Poems (Storrie)/Apart

by Agnes Louisa Storrie

For works with similar titles, see Apart.

Apart.

There's a quiet little runnel in my heart,
I hear its murmur when I stand apart,
Clear as drops on crystal falling,
Soft as flutes at evening calling,
It chimes, and chimes and fills my listening heart
With spirit music when I stand apart.

There's a quiet little runnel in my heart,
I feel its coolness when I stand apart,
Back of all the springs of being,
Back of thinking, feeling, seeing,
It bubbles up, and satisfies my heart
With living water when I stand apart.

There's a quiet little runnel in your heart,
If you doubt it, go in silence, stand apart,
And the wand of intuition
Will fulfil its happy mission,
And reveal it unto every waiting heart,
That seeketh, standing silently apart.