Three Nightsongs

Now it is dusky,
And the hermit thrush and the black and white warbler
Are singing and answering together.
There is a sweetness in the tree,
And fireflies are counting the leaves.
I like this country,
I like the way it has,
But I cannot forget my dream I had of the sea,
The gulls swinging and calling,
And the foamy towers of the waves.

There is a star that runs very fast,
That goes pulling the moon
Through the tops of the poplars.
It is all in silver,
That tall star:
The moon rolls goldenly along
Out of breath.
Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry?

The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?