Page:Dreams and Dust, by Don Marquis.djvu/28

 Then here will we hide; idle here and abide, In the covert here, close by the waterside— Here, where the slim flattered reeds are aquiver With the exquisite hints of the reticent river,
 * Here, where the lips of this pool are the lips

Of all pools, let us listen and question and wait;
 * Let us hark to the whispers of love and of death,

Let us hark to the lispings of life and of fate— In this place where pale silences flower into sound Let us strive for some secret of all the profound Deep and calm Silence that meshes men 'round! There's as much of God hinted in one ripple's splashes—
 * There's as much of Truth glints in yon dragon-fly's flight—

There's as much Purpose gleams where yonder trout flashes
 * As in—any book else!—could we read things aright.

Then nymph of mine indolence, here let us hide, Learn, listen, and question; idle here and abide Where the rushes and lilies lean low to the tide.