Into the twilight's velvet curtain, Fireflies flicker, slow, uncertain; While from the boggy marshes dense, The guttural croak of frogs commence. Over the hillside's wooded rim, Flames the full moon's glowing brim; A rustle of summer's gentle breeze, Sounding a starlit symphony. And now a breathless silence broods, Around this tranquil solitude; Only broken by the swell, Of the muffled vesper bell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE INCUNABULUM'S TALE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB DEDICATION by EVELYN BENHAM BULL THE YOUNG DEAD by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 16 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |