The glimmer of the stars dost gleam
Upon the river’s breast,
While twilight’s night comes forth to dream,
And Nature’s heart finds rest.

Upon that bosom’s reach, I lay
And wander in my mind;
To brush the soft, divine array,
Of every leaf entwined.

Embraced in night, wrapped in the light,
The world suspends its breath;
As whispered tales of fate tonight
Bring light to life and death.

For deep within that stillness dwells,
A burden justly born;
And Nature’s secrets ever tells
The truths that break the morn.

— Jones Very

• Jones Very