Light at Equinox

Lyrics
A realm is here of masquing light When struck rent wood and cornland by The belled heaven claps the ground. Husk, seed, pale straw, pale ear the year reposes, And a thinned frieze of earth rims round The whey-gleamed wet-ash-dimming sky, And whole trodden floor of light, Where that slant limb winds with its shadowing closes. Distant as lustrally the sun, Within that pearl of nimble play Where traverse with rehearsing tread Orients of prime to their all-reaping west, Strangered from every grave glissade Of blue enduskings or of milky day, And wan, his silver nimbus on, Muses his burning sojourn unprofessed. Past barks mouse-sleek, wattled as serpent skin, Rare acorn fall, rare squirrel flash. Beyond, and in a silenced scene, The wren, gamin wanderer of immense day Can with luxuriant bendings preen, Or in his pebble-scoopings plash, To alarmless Eden flown, And suddenly, for nothing, flies away. And all are sole in the estranging day; Forms of all things their candour wear, Like the undefending dead, And forth from out that mortal stricture gaze, Of unperspective radiance shed Through everywhere horizoned air, Tasking precising love to say, For its dense words, the azuring periphrase. To her own brink light glides, intent An unsphering sense to bind By narrowing measures in. Sidelong as then up branching March she bade Stiff buds into the glancing skein, And the green reel unwind; Now toward another pole she's leant, And netherwards for partner draws her shade.
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Credits
- Writers
- Léonie Adams