COME, for here the lazy night With rosy camp-fires blossoms bright, The stream half-runs with flute-like trill Through the quaint channels of the mill And, to accentuate the hush, Through fine bamboo and needled rush A water-spirit ferries. Come, And see how kindly all's at home. No sweeter things than these I rhyme, And this by much their sweetest time. Then, sweet, agree, and by this gate Watch each one gathering to his mate, To nest or warren, bough or byre -- The dearness answers all desire, When all, the shepherd, dog and sheep With sleep-like motions welcome sleep; The elm-tree's momentary stir And freshened sluices yield to her, And though the fire-side shout and song Defy her there, they will not long. The bonfire's crackling zeal dies down, The laughing supper-groups are gone, The fair falls quiet in Yalding town, Alone with the mist I linger on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE REALM OF FANCY by JOHN KEATS ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS |