The hid sun strikes red thro' the low eaves' slow dripping, Thro' the long day's dark downpour to the rain-butt's full lipping; On leaning limp trellis, on long wet boughs dipping, On lee ice a-wash, on the spent snow's swift slipping On the barques in the ditches the bubbles outstripping. In the chill of the twilight, the clumped grasses listen. In the glitter of starlight the white hoarfrost glistens. And a new earth, white, waxen, thro' the purple dawn spaces, Lifts crystal and stardust in gossamer graces— All elfland and gnomeland and homeland together— God's breath in the night and His weather, God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ECHO SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |