Do not feel pain for me because I go Into the night hung thick with fragile stars, For I can see their dust sift on the scars Of wind-swept prairies. Cottonwoods bend low; Their leaves sing shadowed tunes. I hear the slow Lamenting of a coyote. Slanting bars Of white-hot star-sparks make pale scimitars On drifting apple blooms that glint like snow. But when the dawn comes silverly, I hear The golden-freighted bumblebees fill air Like thistledown before the wind, while near, A timid rabbit huddles in despair. A redbird's lilting song falls on my ear, And I awake and rise to morning prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1) by THOMAS CAREW LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW THE LONG HILL by SARA TEASDALE THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI OVER THE ROSE-LEAVES, UNDER THE ROSE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |