TODAY, I heard
An important sound
From the humming-bird;
And turning, found
Him in rippling industry
Among the flowers.

Briefly, I mean to say:
There are hours
Which have a way
Of cancelling one another,
Leaving an exquisite emptiness.
I have no other point to stress,
Unless...
It be (when next I raised my eyes)
That night had claimed the skies.