FIELD-STARLIGHT

Published in To-Day

London, England

October 1923

(page 68)

[By Victor B. Neuburg]

The soft stars rain their silver light

In ripe, resounding melody

Over the dark fields’ scented sea

Where grass and clover-breath are bright

As song in darkness; silver flight!—

Lo! A swift star slides moltenly

Through yielding, somber azure, free

To range the living dome of Night.

Silence! Except for scents that sing:

Darkness! Except for words that flare

Up through the cloudy warmth of air:

A word! A wish! A weird! A wing!

A word of Will; a wish to fling

After the star; a weird to dare

The deep of Night; a wing to ensnare

That secret song of everything.