Week 6:

 

              "Voices of Earth" by Archibald Lampman

 

              We have not heard the music of the spheres,

              The song of star to star, but there are sounds

              More deep than human joy and human tears,

              That Nature uses in her common rounds;

              The fall of streams, the cry of winds that strain

              The oak, the roaring of the sea's surge, might 

              Of thunder breaking afar off, or rain

              That falls by minutes in the summer night.

              These are the voices of earth's secret soul,

              Uttering the mystery from which she came.

              To him who hears them grief beyond control,

              Or joy inscrutable without a name,

              Wakes in his heart thoughts bedded there, impearled,

              Before the birth and making of the world.




              We have
                                                         but
                                                                                tears,

                              streams

                                                                off


              Uttering
                                                         grief beyond control,

              Wakes     his heart
                                                              of the world.