Cool whisper of the trees, And odorous gloom, The silent falling of the dew, Sweet unforgettable ecstasy of sound Of leaves drinking the young dew. Bluer -- dimmer -- stiller -- The night is come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A DAY OF DAYS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON |