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...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH: PHILLIS AND CORIDON by ROBERT GREENE EXCELSIOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |