A BED of ashes and a half-burned brand Now mark the spot where last night's campfire sprung And licked the dark with slender, scarlet tongue; The sea draws back from shores of yellow sand, Nor speaks lest he awake the sleeping land. Tall trees grow out of shadows; high among Their sombre boughs one clear, sweet song is sung, In deep ravine by drooping cedars spanned, All drowned in gloom; a flying pheasant's whirr Rends morning's solemn hush; gray rabbits run Across the clovered glade, while far away Upon the hills each huge, expectant fir Holds open arms in welcome to the sun -- Great, pulsing heart of bold, advancing day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONNET by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE CENTRAL CALM by EDWARD CARPENTER |