Grand Reversal

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
We were the dumb beasts there
Awaiting the coming of our voices
Craning neck; mutely o'er where
Reclined one who made no noises
But spoke he not for lack of words
But for the use of lip and tongue
And we wordless, like other herds
Forgot our speech and what was sung
While pondered two, also silent
One with worry and one with song
For neither was there sure reliant
The years and winters endure long;
Though what laugh could the child
Have made had he there speech?
What strange song or mystery wild
Did he to his mother beseech?
Did he reassure her in return
With still small breath did he stop
Fear breathless when he did turn
The world upon its top?

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