Prairie Waters by Night
CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running
water—sheer waters showing the russet of old stones remembering many
And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and
sleep from much music; joined songs of day-end, feathery throats and stony
waters, in a choir chanting new psalms.
It is too much for the long willows when low laughter of a red moon comes
down; and the willows drowse and sleep on the shoulders of the running