I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear <br />A sound, a little sound? My curious ear <br />Is dinned with flying noises, and the tree <br />Goes -- whisper, whisper, whisper silently <br />Till all its whispers spread into the sound <br />Of a dull roar. Lie closer to the ground, <br />The shade is deep and He may pass us by. <br />We are so very small, and His great eye, <br />Customed to starry majesties, may gaze <br />Too wide to spy us hiding in the maze; <br />Ah, misery! the sun has not yet gone <br />And we are naked: He will look upon <br />Our crouching shame, may make us stand upright <br />Burning in terror -- O that it were night! <br />He may not come . . . what! listen, list now -- <br />He is here! lie closer . . . Adam, where art thou?<br /><br />James Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-cool-of-the-evening/
