Who Knows?

Who Knows?
CATHERINE MARKHAM
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Those cryptic runes upon the brake writ thick,
Who will interpret? or that terse distich
The cricket fills the night with, who is wise
To give it words? And when the night-wind flies,
Who has the delicate ear that can divine
The auguries of the ever-whispering pine?
Or can declare the news the white tides bring
When shores send out their ancient summoning?