by: Zona Gale (1874-1938)
a sound like piping and like sails
- In silken talk with wind and like the speech
- Of someone quiet in the blue of dawn
- Upon a quiet beach.
- I see a light as when the last star
- Flowers faintly in the ashen morning sky
- And long wings appear and disappear,
- Wheeling by.
- I think of moons forgotten with their tides;
- I think of all the red of east and west;
- I hear the secret stir of nameless dead
- Conferring in my breast.
- You make me long for colour and for song
- And for old words on lips I did not know.
- You make me dream of all I learned to dream
- How long ago.
POEMS BY ZONA GALE
"A Meeting" is reprinted
from The Secret Way. Zona Gale. New York: Macmillan Co.,