THE last pale rank of poplar-trees Begins to glimmer into light, With stems and branches faintly white Against a heaven one dimly sees Beyond the failing night. A point of grey that grows to green Fleck'd o'er with rainy yellow bars, -- A sudden whitening of the stars, A pallor where the moon has been, A peace the morning mars; When, lo! a shiver of the breeze And all the ruffled birds awake, The rustling aspens stir and shake; For, pale, beyond the pallid trees, The dawn begins to break. And now the air turns cool and wan, A drizzling rain begins to fall, The sky clouds over with a pall -- The night, that was for me, is gone; The day has come for all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE HOLY GRAIL by ALFRED TENNYSON SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM COMPENSATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |