Each small gleam was a voice, <br />A lantern voice -- <br />In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. <br />A chorus of colours came over the water; <br />The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered, <br />No pines crooned on the hills, <br />The blue night was elsewhere a silence, <br />When the chorus of colours came over the water, <br />Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. <br /> <br />Small glowing pebbles <br />Thrown on the dark plane of evening <br />Sing good ballads of God <br />And eternity, with soul's rest. <br />Little priests, little holy fathers, <br />None can doubt the truth of your hymning, <br />When the marvellous chorus comes over the water, <br />Songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-small-gleam-was-a-voice/
