How still the hour! <br />Remote <br />The day-moon seems to float <br />Above the mountains. Hath a ghostly flow' <br />Of Heaven released a petal-flake to drift <br />Hither, thro' some blue rift? <br /> <br />Ah! that the wind <br />Took wing! <br />That here a thrush might sing! <br />Rapture I seek, and grief alone I find, <br />Where quiet is, and forest-shadows fall <br />Compassionate of all. <br /> <br />O thou mine own— <br />O Love! <br />For what I know not of <br />I wait unhappy, and I wait alone. <br />Far is thy solitary rose, and far <br />The mystic evening-star.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-noon/
