All night under the moon Plovers are flying Over the dreaming meadows of silvery light, Over the meadows of June Flying and crying -- Wandering voices of love in the hush of the night. All night under the moon, Love, though we're lying Quietly under the thatch, in silvery light Over the meadows of June Together we're flying -- Rapturous voices of love in the hush of the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON THE SOLDIER'S DREAM by THOMAS CAMPBELL A SAD, SAD STORY by MOTHER GOOSE CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON |