When twilight falls on timberline, The lilac tinted afterglow Lies tenderly on rock and pine; The juniper and mistletoe, Whose gleaming berries faintly show, Press close against the boulder's rim, And sleepy bird-notes seem to flow As sweetly as a vesper hymn. Upon the amber sky's design, Slim birches make a dazzling row, Reflecting violet flames that shine As breezes sway them to and fro, And from the creek-bed down below, Where freshets foam around the brim, Come murmured melodies that go As sweetly as a vesper hymn. Arbutus scents the hill-side shrine, And white plum-thickets shed their snow Where violets and columbine, Wild roses and the pasque flowers grow, And here will come the timid doe, With her young fawn, when day grows dim, Its peace surrounding her, I know, As sweetly as a vesper hymn. Envoy Oh Wanderer, the twilight bow Of color tints each rock and limb On timberline, the night-winds blow As sweetly as a vesper hymn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF THE GIBBET by FRANCOIS VILLON A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |