When I met you at shut of day, your shoes in the cool moon's bars passed bee-like beneath the stars. The stars waxed large on high, then loosed themselves from the sky, and fell into the field like dust. Proud trees with their heads upthrust murmured their vatic charms; a drowsy tree by the way was catching stars in its arms. When I met you at shut of day the grain was warm as my blood; peace rose in my heart like a flood, the path was a path to keep, I moved with the moon-filled hours, and the bound sheaves, flecked with flowers, lay like joy in a garnered heap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE INNOVATOR by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR SONNETS ON PICTURES: MARY MAGDALEN AT THE DOOR OF SIMON THE PHARISEE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |