EVENING, and all the birds In a chorus of shimmering sound Are easing their hearts of joy For miles around. The air is blue and sweet, The few first stars are white,-- Oh let me like the birds Sing before night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |