From its blue vase the rose of evening drops; Upon the streams its petals float away. The hills all blue with distance hide their tops In the dim silence falling on the grey. A little wind said "Hush!" and shook a spray Heavy with May's white crop of opening bloom; A silent bat went dipping in the gloom. Night tells her rosary of stars full soon, They drop from out her dark hand to her knees. Upon a silhouette of woods, the moon Leans on one horn as if beseeching ease From all her changes which have stirred the seas. Across the ears of Toil, Rest throws her veil. I and a marsh bird only make a wail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PHRYGES: JUSTICE PROTECTS THE KING by AESCHYLUS DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |