CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water -- sheer waters showing the russet of old stones remembering many rains. And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and sleep from much music; joined songs of day-end, feathery throats and stony waters, in a choir chanting new psalms. It is too much for the long willows when low laughter of a red moon comes down; and the willows drowse and sleep on the shoulders of the running water. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BUCOLIC COMEDY: EN FAMILLE by EDITH SITWELL AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH |