THE multitudinous murmurings of Day! The jocund motions that are in the trees, The flecks of sunshine tossing in the breeze, The meadow music that is miles away, The volant birds that can not stay from song, The sound of woods and waters, spirits strong, -- These, all of these, Are of the light, and to the Day belong. Nor less, the populous breathings of the Night: The vast and vocal rhythms far and near Of the cicadas, and the tree-toads' clear Exalted answer from their leafy height; The bats that haunt the air with dusky whir, The myriad nameless things that are astir, -- These all appear As myrmidons of Night and parts of her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD |