The moon is red through horizon's fog; In a dancing mist the hazy meadow Sleeps; by green rushes a frog Calls, there where movement quivers; Water flowers fold their petals now; In the distance, tall and in close array Poplars outline their shadowy forms; Towards the thickets the fireflies stray; The screech owls wake, and soundlessly Beat the dark air with heavy wings, And the heaven is filled with muffled light. Pale, Venus appears, and it is Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES IN TENEBRIS: 2 by THOMAS HARDY MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |