Poems (Angier)/Everything Speaks to Me

by Annie Lanman Angier

EVERYTHING SPEAKS TO ME.

Everything speaks to me,
 Voices each hour
Breathe o'er my spirit
 A hallowing power;
Softly they seem to say—
 Wilt thou attend?
Message I bear for thee,
 'Tis from a friend.

Dawn of the morning,
 Setting sun's ray;
Noon, with its busy hum,
 Evening clouds gray;
Twilight's calm hour,
 That whispers of rest,
To the toil-worn and weary
 A heaven-sent guest.

Last rose of summer,
 First fall of snow;
Wail of the winter-wind,
 Foretelling woe;
Bright hues of autumn,
 That smile at decay;
And, saint-like, seem glad
 To be passing away.

Teachers so gentle,
 Lessons so wise;
Who can resist them?
 Who dare despise?
E'en sages in wisdom,
 To Nature's book turn;
From insect and lily
 Bid ignorance learn.

Song of the whip-poor-will;
 Buzz of the bee;
Coo of the ring-dove,
 Flower on the lea;
Bird, breeze, and blossom,
 Stars gemming night's pall;
Everything speaks to me,
 Voices have all.