LEVEL with the late rays The hollow green vast rondure holds Shallows and deeps of light and dark, Nothing but light and shadow of dark, No stir, no sound. The hollow bowl of silence holds Not an echo of dying sound. But as a crystal bowl long, long will ring If but a finger-tip's faint tap should sting Silence to a sudden cry:— So now, prolonging one low happy sigh, One low breath to that tingling Lustrous rim still clinging, Sings, sighs, sings, sighs All round and dies Away and unperceived. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTION FOR A FOUNTAIN ON A HEATH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT [IN WESTMINSTER] by SAMUEL WESLEY SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS TWO SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE GOOD SAMARITAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FOURTH ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |