In the twilight of the year, Here, about these twilight ways, When the grey moth night drew near, Fluttering on a faint flying, I would linger out the day's Delicate and moth-grey dying. Grey, and faint with sleep, the sea Should enfold me, and release, Some old peace to dwell with me. I would quiet the long crying Of my heart with mournful peace, The grey sea's, in its low sighing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG CHANSON D'AUTOMNE by PAUL VERLAINE THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |