Lull

All day

The antic wind

Has plucked the dark-blue lake

To leaping spuming waves, and snatched

Thin rainbowescent spray

And flung it, roaring,

Wide.

But now

The broad-based peak's

A double pyramid

Inlaid in lapis lazuli

Above in twilight sky-

In blue-black lake

Below.

And hark!

Into the hush,

The lull-bound tensioned hush,

There bites, as into copper plate,

A cascade's slender plunge

Its wavering braid

Of sound.

Katharine Ellis Barreit