A SONG OF THE PYRENEES.
Out of your smile I weave a silver web,
And as the day grows down to evensong
I fold it round my heart, this glistening veil,
And sit and dream there shrouded in your smile.
Out of a word from you I weave a song,
And a dim music that I only hear
Flows through the hours of sunshine and of storm,
The music of the stars out of one word.
Out of your silences I build my heaven,
A strange fair garden ’neath a slumbering moon ;
Amid the din and chatter of the world
I dwell there in my heaven of silences.
Egerton, Alix. “A Song of the Pyrenees.” The Green Sheaf vol. 1, 1903, p. . Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021. https://1890s.ca/GSV1-egerton-pyrenees/