Silence the wind in the weeping willows -- Muffle the night hawk's muted cry -- Still the wail of the broad-leafed aspen Quivering under the graying sky. Quiet the crowing voice of the cockerel -- Muzzle the howl of the whimpering hound, Then chant to the earth of her new born splendor: Hoar frost covers the upland ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES [OR, DOMINIONS] by WILLIAM WATSON ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNET: 16 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE GYPSIES [OR, GIPSIES] by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD |