All's silent, save a murmuring. This evening, standing in the wheat, I hear all Nature hearkening. What hour is this that flies so fleet? . . . All's silent, save this murmuring. What hour from the far belfry comes in the hollow of my hand to die, against my ears' attentive drums? or living in my heart doth vie with its beatings, dreamily? The earth is a cathedral gray. The host of the moon is lifted there. The wheat doth murmur an @3ave@1 that, to the belfry, breezes bear, moved and large and flown away. and all the wheat is bowed in prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |