Do not feel pain for me because I go Into the night hung thick with fragile stars, For I can see their dust sift on the scars Of wind-swept prairies. Cottonwoods bend low; Their leaves sing shadowed tunes. I hear the slow Lamenting of a coyote. Slanting bars Of white-hot star-sparks make pale scimitars On drifting apple blooms that glint like snow. But when the dawn comes silverly, I hear The golden-freighted bumblebees fill air Like thistledown before the wind, while near, A timid rabbit huddles in despair. A redbird's lilting song falls on my ear, And I awake and rise to morning prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |