There is a song in the night wind, Sweet to little green herons In marsh nest. (It might have been harsh Had the marsh bird sinned.) Sing! Sing solo If you must, but -- Sing! Sing with the night wind. Fuse your song with carols of the marsh dark Through the fragrant fern dusk. Mingle yourself with the fern dusk; Let the night wind chant a psalm to your soul Singing, thinking silence -- The lonely last silence, With the quietness of a little green heron In marsh nest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT [IN WESTMINSTER] by SAMUEL WESLEY FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |