Classic Poem

Out in the dark night-long
I heard the Pine Tree's song
Make secret harmonies
For frozen earth and skies—

And in the first wan light
I watched a gray gull's flight
Toward morning and the sea:
These things did counsel me

To find for Doubt a wing:
To teach Despair to sing:
To make Faith's Countersign
A gray Gull and a Pine!