Outside the surge of the wind, the wind in the trees, <br />The rush of leaves, and the sighing in the pine-needles, <br />Outside the sound of the sea-shore, distant, remembered, <br />The waves breaking on the gray rocks, and the evening approaching, <br />The restlessness, and the interminable noise. <br /> <br />Silence in the room, and solitude, <br />A sense of spaces, remoteness and nearness, and the soul's awareness, <br /> <br />Desolate is the hearts desire <br />And the loving knows no end, <br />When the morning in the clouds breaks across the sky, <br />And the forests sway and bend. <br /> <br />Outside the wind, the wind in the trees, <br />And the sighing in the tree-tops. <br /> <br />Noises from the town, heedless, unthinking, indistinct, <br />Recurring, fading, <br />And silence in the room, and solitude, <br />The shadowy dimness, the darkness of evening, <br />A pause in time, and the soul's awareness.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epiphany-3/
