But then there comes that moment rare <br />When, for no cause that I can find, <br />The little voices of the air <br />Sound above all the sea and wind. <br /> <br />The sea and wind do then obey <br />And sighing, sighing double notes <br />Of double basses, content to play <br />A droning chord for the little throats-- <br /> <br />The little throats that sing and rise <br />Up into the light with lovely ease <br />And a kind of magical, sweet surprise <br />To hear and know themselves for these-- <br /> <br />For these little voices: the bee, the fly <br />The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks, <br />The breeze on the grass-tops bending by, <br />The shrill quick sound that insect makes.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-of-the-air/
