I There was no sound yet our heads lifted There was no sound (you too could have sworn)
Neither step nor call or even upon air a petal's fall
Nothing - nothing was there at all
And yet, suddenly our heads lifted
And what so nearly had trembled aloud
(The irrevocable words on illicit ground)
Was, by the merest breath, withheld
And nobody else - among all those
Who knew us then - was ever to know
How a winged sentry (just in time)
Had thrust his sword between me and you
II Do I, upward peering, see Star in sky
afar, afar? Or are we interplayed in me, Star and I?
Do I follow bird in flight From earthplot here
apart, apart? Or is this very span of sight Bird's hemisphere?
And there, that blowing summer flower, Does it abound
removed, without? Or, beyond transient bloom, appear As I am found?
O bird and star! O flower in grass! If in the seer
dwells the seen, Then where must abide my beingness - As I here
Gaze about - if not within That One from whom
all universe Has singly sprung? Where else to shine? To fly? To bloom?
Bird, star, flower, I.