WHOSE is the speech That moves the voices of this lonely beech? Out of the long west did this wild wind come -- O strong and silent! And the tree was dumb, Ready and dumb, until The dumb gale struck it on the darkened hill. Two memories, Two powers, two promises, two silences Closed in this cry, closed in these thousand leaves Articulate. This sudden hour retrieves The purpose of the past, Separate, apart -- embraced, embraced at last. "Whose is the word? Is it I that spake? Is it thou? Is it I that heard?" "Thine earth was solitary, yet I found thee!" "Thy sky was pathless, but I caught, I bound thee, Thou visitant divine." "O thou my Voice, the word was thine." "Was thine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE UP-HILL by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |