In a haunt in the depths of the forest, Enshrined by a lonely wood lake, With the trees bending over its waters Where moon-crested ripples break, -- Where far down the long arching vistas, The moon-beams all peacefully lie, And the night wind that steals through the tree-tops, Moans softly and lingers by: -- Here, oft in the midnight above me, I watch a lone, hemlock-wreathed star; Till over the sands of the silence, Wave music comes swelling afar. My mind is born on by the singing, A rudderless craft on the deep; And 'tis left by the ebbing waters, To strand on the sands of sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |