Clear From The Deep Sky Pours The Moon Her Silver On The Heavy Dark; The Small Stars Blink. Against The Moon The Maple Bough Flutters Distinct Her Leafy Spears; All Sound Falls Weak.... Weak The Train'S Whistle, The Dog'S Bark, Slow Steps; And Rustling Into Her Nest At Last, The Thrush. All'S Still; Only Earth Turns And Breathes. Then That Amazing Trembling Note Cleaves The Deep Wave Of Silence. Shivers Even That Silvery One; Sigh All The Trees, Even The Cedar Dark ----O Joy, And I.