‘If you do that, the walls will crack, the rivers
Will be overflowing all the land between the one and you.
A house will tremble and fall down.
You must not tell,’ he said. ‘Give it a rest.
How often have you seen it wrongly, how to know
This time the seasons have their signs layed out for you
With every bird from some oblivion that sings to you? It is no test,
Why should the omen have the final word?
It is no use to try and make a heart out of a perfect rock,
Or mold a tempest river into a canal.
If he feels you the way you do,’ he said, ‘then time will tell.’
He was her inner voice and he knew best.