Poems (Jordan)/Perhaps

by Rebecca Queen Jordan

PERHAPS

Perhaps in the far-future years, When Time is very old and hoar,Humanity's long-holden ears Shall hear sounds never heard before;Perhaps the sound of pealing bells As it falls on the pliant air,Is stored away in little cells, For reproduction otherwhere.

Perhaps the songs of blithesome birds Have been absorbed of nesty trees,And burning logs shall yield the words And meaning of their melodies;All Earth, perhaps, doth God provide As place His secrets to conceal,'Till what the Past and Present hide, He bids the Future to reveal.

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For Nature is a Phonograph, Recording ev'ry earthly sound;The falling tear; the tempest's laugh; The crawl of insects on the ground!