There is a song in the night wind, Sweet to little green herons In marsh nest. (It might have been harsh Had the marsh bird sinned.) Sing! Sing solo If you must, but -- Sing! Sing with the night wind. Fuse your song with carols of the marsh dark Through the fragrant fern dusk. Mingle yourself with the fern dusk; Let the night wind chant a psalm to your soul Singing, thinking silence -- The lonely last silence, With the quietness of a little green heron In marsh nest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 68. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |