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The day is tired with idleness and awe. The fishing boats stand fixed along the sea. Upon the heather hangs the drowsy bee O'ercome with sweetness. Even within the claw Of yonder bird the tettix fills his maw, And burns with gold and crimson. Silently A reaper passes dreamlike. Creatures free Within the prisoning heat and this one law... The day is tired. The sun stands still upon the livid sky; And the great mounains go up to it there, Fable on wondrous fable; and the air Pulses with flame and darkness everywhere ...Or only in my brain, upon mine eye, And still about my forehead and my hair. The day is tired. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM THE WORLD by CHARLES WEEKES REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK |
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