FROM upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail, By dusking fields and meadows shining pale With moon-tipped dandelions; flickering high, A peevish night-hawk in the western sky Beats up into the lucent solitudes, Or drops with griding wing; the stilly woods Grow dark and deep, and gloom mysteriously. Cool night-winds creep and whisper in mine ear; The homely cricket gossips at my feet; From far-off pools and wastes of reeds I hear With ebb and change the chanting frogs break sweet In full Pandean chorus; one by one Shine out the stars, and the great night comes on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS VOICES OF THE NIGHT: PRELUDE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON A SALON SCENE by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG COMFORT IN AFFLICTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 1. HER CLOTHES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |