For haunting moments these have stood: Twilight tints; a witchy wood; The lilt of song, the whirr of wings; The hidden life of wee, wee things That scurry through the underbrush Of every forest's shade and hush; The wonder light of coming dawn— Dew-drop mirrored on the lawn; The awesome canopy of night, Whence myriad worlds emit their light; The rushing gale; the vagrant breeze; The hide-and-seek of dancing leaves, The gladsome thrill each new day brings Of contact with familiar things. Whatever years may dull for me, This canvas, pure, shall ageless be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 17. THE DIFFICULT ADVENTURE by PHILIP AYRES ANGER AND WRATH by WILLIAM BLAKE EVENING MUSIC by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DARTMOOR: SUNSET AT CHAGFORD: RESPONDENT DHMIOURGOS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FOE AT THE GATES by JOHN DICKSON BRUNS |