Listen to the land expectant

The break of lonely crags,

The calling of the cheerless

The mountain peaks that sag.

 

Listen to the sorrow

The flashing leaves may tell,

Of boundless days now borrowed

To the ringing of the bell.

 

Listen to the angels’ music

The herald echoes beat,

Across the twilight borders

In laughter while you sleep.

 

Listen to the drowsing

The lure of long, low tides,

The chill of windy fragments

The gasps of earth and sky.

 

Listen to the burning

The master’s doubtful eyes,

The madness of the shouting

The crazed crusade of cries.

 

Listen to the starsong

Lingering cross the world,

Lift up your eyes and listen

To the forgotten sound unfurl.

 

Listen to the evening

Or the frolic of a child,

The ceaseless cure of wonder

The fancy of a smile.

 

Listen to the rareness

The tiny waste of time,

Blends thick the fog of envy

The sacred things divine.

 

Listen to the dark downs echo

And toll with voices sung,

The danger of the silence

When the last note is rung.

 

Listen to the almost soon

The moon the darkness tore,

So sheer the cliff the danger there

Young men squander more.

 

Listen to he said it now

We all have heard the sound,

Of time come out, that comes at last

Of time all winding down.

 

Listen now it came too soon

The hour of dinner closed,

No more to meet, the neighbor sweet

In silent sleep repose.