Grant me the moment, the lovely moment That I may lean forth to see The other buds, the other blooms, The other leaves on the tree: That I may take into my bosom The breeze that is like his brother, But stiller, lighter, whose faint laughter Exhoes the joy of the other. Above on the blue and white cloud-spaces There are small clouds at play. I watch their remote, mysterious play-time In the other far-away. Grant I may hear the small birds singing the song that the silence knows... (The Light and the Shadow whisper together, The lovely moment grows, Ripples into the air like water Away and away without sound, And the little girl gets up from her praying On the cold ground) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD by FRANCES AIRTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 20 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |