I The water-thrushes play Where dogwood blossoms veil The bridal banks with loveliness; And white moths softly sail. @3(In valleys when the noon Drowns all other light, I see the face of her I love Like the moon at night.)@1 II The long crane pinions home Against the bluing sky, And little hills put twilight on While the wood-songs die. @3(On upland fields when night Drops like a cloud of crows, I see the face of her I love Shining like a rose.)@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE THE GODS AND THE WINDS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AUTUMN; WRITTEN IN THE GROUNDS OF MARTIN COLE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON |