Soft and slow, Ever a gentle underflow, Soft and slow, Murmuring peacefully on below. A twilight song; while the shadows sleep Dusk and deep, Over the fountain, under the fern, Solemn and still; Waiting for moonlight over the hill To touch the bend of the lulling burn, And make it show As a diamond bow, Shooting arrows of glancing light In luminous flight To the gloomy head of the waterfall; Again to break, In silvery flake, Under the wild and grim rock-wall. A twilight song, a song of love, Softer than nightingale, sweeter than dove; Loving and longing, loving and yearning, With a hidden flow of electric burning Ever returning; Melting again in calm repeat, Slow and sweet, Sweet and slow; While ever the gentle underflow Murmurs lovingly on below, In notes that seem to come from far, -- From the setting star In the paling west, Faint and more faint, Like the parting hymn of a dying saint Sinking to rest. A moment of deep hush; then wakes again, With sudden sparkle of delight, a new and joyous strain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS ROCOCO by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MORNING TWILIGHT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WISCONSIN by CORA BLAKESLEE BEEBE PSALM 91 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |