Tonight Life's web seemed twisted all awry,
Its faded colors trampled in the ground,
Till here, within the darkening woods, I found
This quiet pool beneath the starlit sky.
The waters deeply still, the lissome reeds
Scarce ruffling its smooth surface, the low, soft
Monotonous murmur of the pines aloft,
The very air a sweet contentment breeds.
Above, a heron floats on softened wing.
Deep in the woods a liquid-thrilling thrush
Voices the dumb souled Night. And through the hush
I feel your great, calm spirit comforting.
The tangled webs grow straight. And now we seem
Together, 'neath the stars, to sit and dream.