Twilight drivels down the mountain There below in slowly gathering shadow the lights come on lighted windows vague and yellow and very old The town is flecked with light except in the deep hollow where the graves sink down Hallowed and narrow the steeple rises under a copper fish swimming in final roselight The dutch elm bettle carries his little burden from tree to tree Somewhere a dog barks petulantly across a steel guitar Ah it is all extraordinarily nostalgic as people find who come from the city to fret beneath the police magistrate's famour hatrack that was the last caribou and now is a pity. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SOUTHERN PACIFIC by CARL SANDBURG THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |