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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWILIGHT, by F. W. BATESON Poet's Biography First Line: Now tiptoe night hath lured away Last Line: Climb up the sky. | |||
NOW tiptoe night hath lured away The laggard rustic from the hay; An earliest owlet shrills Between the hills. Stilled is all else: not yet there pry Beetle or bat to mar the sky, Nor dismal ghost to delve For mouldered pelf. No crumpling whisp of smoke betrays Or cotter's fire or tavern blaze; No glowworm shames the dark With pilot spark. Alone I prowl: intent to share The drowsy hour's sweet despair, And younker moon to spy Climb up the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUINED CHURCH by F. W. BATESON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG |
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