I <br /> <br />On the desert, between pale mountains, out cries -- <br />Far whispers creeping through an ancient shell. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Coyote, on delicate mocking feet, <br />Hovers down the canyon, among the mountains, <br />His voice running wild in the wind's valleys. <br /> <br />Listen! Listen! for I enter now your thought.<br /><br />Yvor Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-songs-of-advent/
