Memory, with the Twilight's dusky light, Reddening, trembles on the burning sky's Hope-filled horizon: flames that, in their height, Glimmering backward, forward, seem to rise Like some mysterious wall, where, trellis-wise, Many a flower lies in the gathering night -Buttercup, dahlia, tulip, lily white- Spread, basking in their heavy-perfumed sighs, Hot, torpid-breathed, whose poisons mesmerize -Buttercup, dahlia, tulip, lily white- And drown my mind, my soul, my ears, my eyes In one consuming swoon, where, listless, lies Memory, with the Twilight's dusky light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |