The Hour Supreme

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

On Nature's round

The stillness passes into sound;

Which is most musical,

Song or the interval

When the silence stirs, to be

A voice, a melody?

On Nature's way

From out the dawning comes the day;

Which would the nice eye choose,

The noon-gold or the hues

When the shadow of the night

Wakes, smiling into light?

Beauty is bride

In midsummer or at springtide?

In June her solsticy

Or when the pale mists be,

When the clod feels some warm power

At work, and lo, a flower!

Ay, when is bliss

The sweetest that it ever is?

When the loved one is at rest

Upon the lover's breast,

Or when he first may dare

To dream he feels her there?

Last updated January 14, 2019