| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 71. The Singing Silences |
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| WHILE the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory, | |
| In the lilac-scented stillness let us listen to earth’s story. | |
| All the flowers like moths a-flutter glimmer rich with dusky hues; | |
| Everywhere around us seem to fall from nowhere the sweet dews. | |
| Through the drowsy lull, the murmur, stir of leaf and sleepy hum, | 5 |
| We can feel a gay heart beating, hear a magic singing come. | |
| Ah, I think that as we linger lighting at earth’s olden fire | |
| Fitful gleams in clay that perish, little sparks that soon expire: | |
| So the Mother brims her gladness from a life beyond her own, | |
| From whose darkness as a fountain up the fiery days are thrown; | 10 |
| Starry words that wheel in splendour, sunny systems, histories, | |
| Vast and nebulous traditions told in the eternities. | |
| And our listening Mother whispers through her children all the story. | |
| Come: the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory! | |
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