Each Small Gleam Was A Voice

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Title:     Each Small Gleam Was A Voice
Author: Stephen Crane [More Titles by Crane]

Each small gleam was a voice,
A lantern voice--
In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
A chorus of colors came over the water;
The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was elsewhere a silence,
When the chorus of colors came over the water,
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.

Small glowing pebbles
Thrown on the dark plane of evening
Sing good ballads of God
And eternity, with soul's rest.
Little priests, little holy fathers,
None can doubt the truth of hour hymning.
When the marvellous chorus comes over the water,
Songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.

[The end]
Stephen Crane's poem: Each Small Gleam Was A Voice

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