There Was A Voice
From Lyric and Dramatic Poems.Macmillan Company, 1926.
There was a Voice—
A Voice awful in the quiet!
As a deluge from the heavens it
fell,
As a breath from the earth it arose—
A wild, compelling music: Like the
swift
fingers of the Wind upon the harp-strings
of the
Rain;
Blind, groping. toiling roots, singing of predestined blos-
soms;
Dying flowers chanting the glory of
seed;
A sad, wise rune of growing.
Mysterious as birth.
Mystic as
death;
Thin treble threads spun silverly out of Immensity;
Murmurous thunders,
sullen with menace!
And all about me an Influence gathered.
A something motherly,
cuddling me.
And I was a bud enfolded in sunlight.
A seed in a rain-warmed
soil.
As a bud to the sun I responded.
As a seed in the damp. I expanded.
And
a
rustling of grasses went through me,
A shuddering murmur of wind-rumpled
wheatfields.
And I knew this compassing, motherly, fatherly something
The thing I
had groped for, striving to fashion and see it,
God of the trees and the grasses and
men—
The tender, formless, vast unworshipped God!
And the Earth was a cradle
rocked,
And I was an infant awakened,
Dazzled with star-mist and
moon-shine.
When lo! a face leaned over me, smiling down,
Mothering me with gentle
woman-eyes,
And in my cradle’s purple canopy
Builded a shielding
heaven!
It was you!
My sky is in your
face, and all my dawns
Flush there, and all my evenings hallow it:
And it is awful
with the drift of stars,
And mystic with the wandering of moons!
Rain, rain upon me kisses, 0 my Sky!
Reproduced from Lyric
and Dramatic Poems by John G. Neihardt by
permission of the University of Nebraska Press. Copyright 1926 Macmillan
Company.
Copyright renewed 1954 by John G. Neihardt.