[I hear laughter]
I hear laughter where late was lamenting
How short the span that separates
Tears from trembling joy.
The river that should have flowed
Stood still. A dog’s bark
Crackerjacked across the fields.
This is the time of day
When the fingers of darkness
Come down among the trees
From the hand that is the sky
Where the river has deeps and shallows
Is the eye best pleased.
Where the meadow rolls and dips
Is the heart most warmed.