“The Bell of One Morning” by W.S. Merwin

The blackbird came in the dark
in the shadow before the first light
of a cold June
thin rain falling a few drops at a time
like friends needing no words
arriving among the infant leaves
of the walnut tree
like small fingers in sleep
after sunrise the bell
did not know why it was ringing
it was for the old schoolteacher
who had fallen silent in the dark