Birds perched by, quaking upon branch or limb
They heard not my aching, but sang out for Him
Unwitting avians cried, crooning flowering grief
Shaking land and sky, swaying bough and leaf

Sweet somber tune a cloud astride cold wind
Fleet wandered moon and bowed aside for Him
Breathless hush broken, lark tongue arose in
Reckless rush for halcyon star hung frozen

Revelation brightly opined, did thus impart to me
Creation's peace divine; That I, though apart from thee
Stood in presence of love, and by starry sight knew
Good luminescence held above, the same I hold for you