Too Brief the Interlude

Through silent air, cool-dewed--

A country dawn is never trite--

A lark sang morning in my heart until

In ecstasy I watched the sunrise spill

Its gold upon a gull in flight--

Too brief the interlude ...

The sun paused with his chin upon the hill;

Departed in a blaze of light.

In gentle quietude--

The soul of beauty nude--

Beneath star-mariners of night,

A killdeer-Angelus chimed, "Still ... Be still...!"