THE moon begins her stately ride Across the summer sky; The happy wavelets lash the shore, -- The tide is rising high. Beneath some friendly blade of grass The lazy beetle cowers; The coffers of the air are filled With offerings from the flowers. And slowly buzzing o'er my head A swallow wings her flight; I hear the weary plowman sing As falls the restful night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA WENTWORTH by THOMAS CAREW NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR NIGHTFALL (1) by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN AN OLD SIOUX IN THE CITY by WILL CHAMBERLAIN THE OLD COW MAN by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. SONG: THE LARK by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 1. TO THE HONORABLE MR. ERSKINE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |