84 THE FRIENDSHIP OF NATURE 



high in the air, and others answer. 

 We two wait with full hearts. Silent 

 in the present content, as in an endless 

 vista where the past and future meet 

 in the present. 



A star flowers out, then another, heat 

 lightning quivers at the horizon, a bat 

 flaps low, the wind drops through the 

 willows, and the pond grows black and 

 glassy as we listen for the song of 

 evening. From the clouds to the 

 water the words come like an echo : — 



Rest is the even-song of summer. 



