IN the golden noon-shine, Or in the pink of dawn; In the silver moonshine, Or when the moon is gone; Open eyes, or drowsy lids, 'Wake or 'most asleep, I can hear the katydids, -- "Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!" Only in the winter-time Do they ever stop, In the chip-and-splinter-time, When the backlogs pop, -- Then it is, the kettle-lids, While the sparkles leap, Lisp like the katydids, -- "Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON HAWTHORNE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |