The shadow clung forever to the flatness of a line.
Spake suddenly an oracle, gray-feathered, blindly wise:
“The absence of the sunlight worketh wonders in the eyes;
“For light and shades are synonyms of things that stand apart
Till love creates a question and a longing in each heart.”
The fledglings caught the utterance, the fauns were there to see;
They stayed to watch a shadow kiss a rose light recklessly.
Thereafter there was artistry, the brooks began to paint;
The ferns were willing models and the lilacs lost restraint;