Mirror

EUBIE FORSYTH

Be still!
The whisper through the forest ran,
And little leaves forbore to stir.
A bird flashed upward with a whir;
The breeze that ruffled all the pool
Lifted its wings and sped away—
So darkly clear the water lay.
A yellow leaf that fluttered down
Rested upon another there,
And both seemed hanging in midair.
The lily, bending down her cup
To gaze into the crystal, saw
Another lily looking up;
So true the mirror, green and cool,
The wondering watcher thought in awe:
Now which is forest? which is pool?

Be still!
"Be still, and know that I am God"—
The tender whisper falls from heaven,
And care and sorrow spread their wings;
Silence, like blessed balm, is given,
And joy that in the silence sings;
Gratitude lifts her lovely head,
Fragrant as blossoms after rain;
Peace folds her gentle wings, where bled
The talons of the harpy, pain.
And in that quiet listening thought
That dwells in love and knows no fear,
The watcher sees the marvel wrought—
The heavenly image shining clear.

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