Poem December 17, 1938 Issue

Lynn

(1875)

ALICE JACQUELINE SHAW

Evening had come; all day the sun had poured
Down through the attic window, and all day
The pen moved swiftly at the Word of God.
And now the sun set, and the pen was still.

The katydids were loud, they were not still;
Nor were the little fretful waves that broke
On the red rocks, ebbing and flowing there
With the hours and the tides from dawn to dusk, and then
From dusk to dawn.

Down the slow street she came,
The woman, quiet as the dusk itself,
Still listening to the one, invisible,
The Holy Ghost, the ever-present Christ.

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