Odell Shepard

ONE glance, and I had lost her in the riot

Of tangled cries.

She trod the clamor with a cloistral quiet

Deep in her eyes,

As though she heard the muted music only

That silence makes

Among dim mountain summits and on lonely

Deserted lakes.

There is some broken song her heart remembers

From long ago;

Some love lies buried deep, some passion’s embers

Smothered in snow.

Far voices of a joy that sought and missed her

Fail now, and cease….

And this has given the deep eyes of God’s sister

Their dreadful peace.