Out of the gray-draped skies they come, Softly and silently on tip-toe -- Descending slowly lest a sound awake Some fairy dream. They put the yawning dark to bed And tuck around the feet of night A quilt of white, and soundlessly They swirl a pillow for its head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER O, THE PLEASANT DAYS OF OLD! by FRANCES BROWNE FOOTNOTE TO TENNYSON by GERALD WILLIAM BULLETT FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 15 by THOMAS CAMPION TO A LOVELY WOMAN by JANE DRANSFIELD OLD LETTERS by CORA RANDALL FABBRI AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DOBBIN, THE BUTTERWOMAN'S HORSE by FRANCIS FAWKES |