no echo here just quiet and the bright lamp of midday that flattens all below with gentle touch that equals massive blow and makes us all long for the cool of night there's not a bird today seeking the height the strongest beast is hiding from the glow this day at least we wish to see the snow soften the edges of this harshest sight mind cannot waken to the meanest task nor is there thought of music for the charge when distance adds so much to every fear it magnifies the words that each must ask making the burdens that were small so large but yet each basket when we look holds air