Trailing the last gleam after, In the valleys emptied of light, Ripples a whimsical laughter Under the wings of the night. Mocking the faded west airily, Meeting the little bats merrily, Over the mesas it shrills To the red moon on the hills. Mournfully rising and waning, Far through the moon-silvered land Wails a weird voice of complaining Over the thorns and the sand. Out of blue silences eerily. On to the black mountains wearily, Till the dim desert is crossed, Wanders the cry, and is lost. Here by the fire's ruddy streamers, Tired with our hopes and our fears, We inarticulate dreamers Hark to the song of our years. Up to the brooding divinity Far in that sparkling infinity Cry our despair and delight, Voice of the Western night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE A SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF SYLVIA by PHILIP AYRES THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN SONNET TO ZOE KING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |