Invitation to Many Voices
O what has tuned my ear
That far away I hear
The chanting and profound
Voices of the ground?
What ecstasy, what grief
Summons the falling leaf?
Lost from the night-world, I
Am hushed from the bell of sky,
By shelter am hemmed round
From the adoring ground.
O stars, proclaim a war!
Let noise unseal my ear
Until its hearing reach
An ultimate of speech -
That night, now low, now loud,
Cup me in ground and cloud
And all the death-host sing
The clamor of this thing.
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