A TREMOR slides from the hill-slopes down to the plains; From the hill-slopes and from the woods, in the plain and the croft A tremor of night passes on to the country lanes. —O! the Angelus bell in the sunset chiming aloft!— Under a chilly gust the songs grow soft, Afar the sound of singing and laughter dies In the dense mist rising up as a breath upcurls, A slow breath scattering far its last fond sighs, Its farewell sighs where the dark wood shakes in dread,— It shakes in dread, and the dry leaf eddying whirls, Whirls and falls on paths that no feet tread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SONG OF THE DIAL by PETER AIREY THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM PSALM 31. IN TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PAN AND LUNA by ROBERT BROWNING LES MORTS VONT VITE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |