STILLNESS

When the words rustle no more,
           And the last work’s done
When the bolt lies deep in the door,
           And Fire, our Sun,
Falls on the dark-laned meadows of the floor;

When from the clock’s last chime to the next chime
           Silence beats his drum,
And space with gaunt grey eyes and her brother Time
           Wheeling and whispering come,
She with her mould of form and he with the loom of rhyme:

Then twittering out in the night my thought-birds flee
           I am emptied of all my dreams:
I only hear Earth turning, only see
           Ether’s long bankless streams,
And only know I should drown if you laid not your hand on me.

James Elry Flecker – England – (1884 - 1915)

Flecker, J.E. (2018) Selected Poems of Elroy James Flecker. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. STILLNESS. Page Number 21.