Dun shades quiver down the lone long fallow, And the scared night shudders at the brown owl's cry; The bleak reeds rattle as the winds whirl by, And frayed leaves flutter through the clumped shrubs callow. Chill dews clinging on the low cold mallow Make a steel-keen shimmer where the spent stems lie; Dun shades quiver down the lone long fallow, And the scared night shudders at the brown owl's cry. Pale stars peering through the clouds' curled shallow Make a thin still flicker in a foul round sky; Black damp shadows through the hushed air fly; The lewd gloom wakens to a moon-sad sallow, Dun shades quiver down the lone long fallow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN I SHALL LIVE TO BE OLD by SARA TEASDALE A SONNET. ON CYNTHIA SICK by PHILIP AYRES FOR THE SOUL'S KEEPING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |