DID you hear it at the sunset? Happy, happy thrush! Caroling and trilling Through the evening hush. Singing at the sunset, Singing, singing sweet, Where the shadows and the splendor Softly, softly meet; Pouring out the full notes, Ringing, ringing loud, When the gold is on the beeches, And the crimson on the cloud! Singing at the sunset! Happy, happy song. Shall we listen in the sunset, Listen, listen long, Silent for the glory, Silent for the song? Singing at the sunset, Angel voices hear, And the harpings of the harpers Ringing, ringing clear; Nearing all the gladness, Leaving all the gloom, When the light is on the river, And the glory on the tomb! Singing at the sunset! Happy, happy song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN |