TESTO DEL LIED

"To one who passed whistling through the night"
di Margery Agrell (1894-1991) [pseudonym]

Something hath called me,
Called me from far dreams.
The naked trees are quivering with delight.
Do dreams still hold me,
That faint music streams
Across the haunted silence of the night?
Wonder hath risen,
Risen through the air.
The listening world in worship lovelier grows.
Beauty hath risen
O how clear and fair
The tide of silver music ebbs and flows.