English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Poplars at Night. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Poplars at Night

There are no trees so eloquent with wind
As poplars in the moon-mist of the dusk
When like a spirit that has slipt the husk
Among their heavenly crests its breath is thinned.

Their talk is of such high strange mysteries
They must commune in whispers lest weak men
Ere they are ripe for knowledge snatch again
The secret God has given to the trees.

Eleanor Farjeon’s other poems:

1. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
2. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
3. Sonnets. 8. Wilt thou put seals on love because men say
4. Sonnets. 3. Once, Love, be prodigal, nor look hereafter
5. Sonnets. 2. O Spare Me from the Hand of Niggard Love

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