VOICES OF THE AIR
When, for no cause that I can find,
The little voices of the air
Sound above all the sea and wind.
And sighing, sighing double notes
Of double basses, content to play
A droning chord for the little throats—
Up into the light with lovely ease
And a kind of magical, sweet surprise
To hear and know themselves for these—
The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks,
The breeze on the grass-tops bending by,
The shrill quick sound that the insect makes.