CLEAR from the tangled thicket, where a lone Dogwood tosses its spendthrift bloom of white Over the briar hedge, there wells a tone Enfolding deep the mystery of the night. Silvery links of song, -- each lyric ring An elfin echo -- , widening, weave A cool and liquid harmony, and fling It forth to the stilled heart, this quiet eve. O wondrous voice! Life's fateful things and old -- Joy, love, and loss, from out the immortal deep To which our days return, awake and hold Their way with me -- those days so long asleep. Quiet and white the dreaming dogwood lies Under the high May moon; sweet and mute The first wild rose; hushed are the tears that rise With the falling cadence of the Veery's flute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE NURSING HOME: THE DOLL by KAREN SWENSON EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by JOHN DONNE |