Echoes

Day-long I hear life's sounds beat like the sea ; Day-long, day-long They sweep their deep tide-rhythms over me, And as a song Reiterated, fall unmeaningly.

Where once I bent life's echoes to my will, Day after day Following wings of sound over the sill Far, far away. Now my sick fancy lies inert and still.

Silence that slowly wraps me with the ease Of dreamed-out sleep. Quenches the sound of vague realities Whose echoes keep Their rhythms like old winds in drying seas.