COME earth's little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill; Hangs within the gloom its weary head the shining daffodil. In the valley underneath us through the fragrance flit along Over fields and over hedgerows little quivering drops of song. All adown the pale blue mantle of the mountains far away Stream the tresses of the twilight flying in the wake of day. Night comes; soon alone shall fancy follow sadly in her flight Where the fiery dust of evening, shaken from the feet of light, Thrusts its monstrous barriers between the pure, the good, the true, That our weeping eyes may strain for, but shall never after view. Only yester eve I watched with heart at rest the nebulæ Looming far within the shadowy shining of the Milky Way; Finding in the stillness joy and hope for all the sons of men; Now what silent anguish fills a night more beautiful than then: For earth's age of pain has come, and all her sister planets weep, Thinking of her fires of morning passing into dreamless sleep. In this cycle of great sorrow for the moments that we last We too shall be linked by weeping to the greatness of her past: But the coming race shall know not, and the fount of tears shall dry, And the arid heart of man be arid as the desert sky. So within my mind the darkness dawned, and round me everywhere Hope departed with the twilight, leaving only dumb despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PINE-TREES AND THE SKY: EVENING by RUPERT BROOKE THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK by WALT WHITMAN BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |