Opals (Custance)/Spirit Speech
Spirit Speech
How green that cedar grows against the west,The gray west full of rain:The flickering firelight here within the roomFrays all the gloom.The twilight comes storm laden o'er the plain:Great drops like blood beat down on earth's rough breast.
The room is full of flowers—near my handAre violets mauve and white.And lilies' fragrant breath each corner fillsAnd slender daffodilsTouch the dusk spaces with a tender light,And all have speech for those who understand.
Ah! rain like tears, Ah! twilight talk of flowersThat mingle and are one!Our souls can only guess at all you mean,When hushed they leanO'er dreamland bars at golden set of sun;Or slumber shut in visions through dark hours.