COME, for here the lazy night With rosy camp-fires blossoms bright, The stream half-runs with flute-like trill Through the quaint channels of the mill And, to accentuate the hush, Through fine bamboo and needled rush A water-spirit ferries. Come, And see how kindly all's at home. No sweeter things than these I rhyme, And this by much their sweetest time. Then, sweet, agree, and by this gate Watch each one gathering to his mate, To nest or warren, bough or byre -- The dearness answers all desire, When all, the shepherd, dog and sheep With sleep-like motions welcome sleep; The elm-tree's momentary stir And freshened sluices yield to her, And though the fire-side shout and song Defy her there, they will not long. The bonfire's crackling zeal dies down, The laughing supper-groups are gone, The fair falls quiet in Yalding town, Alone with the mist I linger on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RESTAURANT by SARA TEASDALE IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE by WALT WHITMAN HELEN AND THETIS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE LYSISTRATA: HOW THE WOMEN WILL STOP WAR by ARISTOPHANES THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE I'M DYING, COMRADE by MARY H. C. BOOTH |