Part 2

Yet Onward!
  Cat-birds call

Through the long afternoon, and creeks at dusk
Are guttural, Whip-poor-wills wake and cry,
Drawing the twilight close about their throats.
Only my heart makes answer. Eager vines
Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple trees
Pause in their dance and break the ring for me;
Dim, shady wood-roads, redolent of fern
And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread
Of round-faced roses, pink and petulant.
Look back and beckon ere they disappear
Only my heart, only my heart responds.