Dusk that brings the whippoorwill Turns my blood to anvil stone Hammered on by every still Tree and tone. Why should dusty tone and tree, Twilight tucking silver hems, Lift a sudden Battersea? Whistler's Thames? What is there of sound or tint Here that I should see the blue Soot of a Whistler print Of Waterloo? What have whippoorwills to do With the bleak Embankment? How Reverberates this heart with you Here and now? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT PORT ROYAL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 3. GENOA by ALBERTA BANCROFT MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ON MISS JESSY LEWARS by ROBERT BURNS DOBBS HIS FERRY; A LEGEND OF THE LOWER HUDSON by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER TO A LADY WHO DESIRED SOME VERSES AT PARTING by GEORGE CRABBE |