Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, VELIZY: THE MYSTIC HOUR, by PAUL FORT


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VELIZY: THE MYSTIC HOUR, by                    
First Line: All's silent, save a murmuring. This evening, standing in the wheat
Last Line: And all the wheat is bowed in prayer.
Subject(s): Nature


All's silent, save a murmuring. This evening, standing in the wheat, I hear all
Nature hearkening. What hour is this that flies so fleet? . . . All's silent,
save this murmuring.

What hour from the far belfry comes in the hollow of my hand to die, against my
ears' attentive drums? or living in my heart doth vie with its beatings,
dreamily?

The earth is a cathedral gray. The host of the moon is lifted there. The wheat
doth murmur an ave that, to the belfry, breezes bear, moved and large and
flown away.

and all the wheat is bowed in prayer.





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