I The water-thrushes play Where dogwood blossoms veil The bridal banks with loveliness; And white moths softly sail. @3(In valleys when the noon Drowns all other light, I see the face of her I love Like the moon at night.)@1 II The long crane pinions home Against the bluing sky, And little hills put twilight on While the wood-songs die. @3(On upland fields when night Drops like a cloud of crows, I see the face of her I love Shining like a rose.)@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ODES: BOOK 1. ODE 1. PREFACE by MARK AKENSIDE LA MORT D'ARTHUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |