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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE WHIPPOORWILL, by ANNA MARIA WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: The shades of eve are gathering slowly round Last Line: Hush, or thou'lt break my heart, sad whippoorwill! Alternate Author Name(s): Wells, A. M. | |||
THE shades of eve are gathering slowly round, And silence hangs o'er meadow, grove, and hill, Save one lone voice, that, with continuous sound, Calls through the deep'ning twilight -- Whippoorwill. Faintly is heard the whispering mountain breeze; Faintly the rushing brook that turn'd the mill; Hush'd is the song of birds -- the hum of bees; -- The hour is all thine own, sad Whippoorwill! No more the woodman's axe is heard to fall; No more the ploughman sings with rustic skill; As if earth's echoes woke no other call, Again, and yet again, comes Whippoorwill. Alas! enough! before, my heart was sad; Sweet bird! thou mak'st it sadder, sadder still. Enough of mourning has my spirit had; I would not hear thee mourn, poor Whippoorwill. Thoughts of my distant home upon me press, And thronging doubts, and fears of coming ill; My lone heart feels a deeper loneliness, Touch'd with that plaintive burthen -- Whippoorwill. Sing to the village lass, whose happy home Lies in yon quiet vale, behind the hill; But, doom'd far, far from all I love to roam, Sing not to me, oh gentle Whippoorwill. Loved ones! my children! Ah, they cannot hear My voice that calls to them! An answer shrill, A shrill, unconscious answer, rises near, Repeating, still repeating Whippoorwill! Another name my lips would breathe; -- but then Such tender memories all my bosom fill, Back to my sorrowing breast it sinks again! Hush, or thou'lt break my heart, sad Whippoorwill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COW-BOY'S SONG by ANNA MARIA WELLS THE FUTURE by ANNA MARIA WELLS THE WHITE HARE by ANNA MARIA WELLS TO MARY SLEEPING by ANNA MARIA WELLS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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