WHAT are the whispering voices That awake at twilight-fall? Do they come from the golden sunset, With their haunting, haunting call? They tell me of breezy springtimes, And the lakes' sweet summer eves, And of snow-wreaths merrily shaken From the shining ivy leaves. But the far-off treble changeth To a tenor tone, and so I know that the voices tell me Only of long ago. I hear you, I hear you, In the gentle twilight-fall. Come to me, come! With your haunting, haunting call. OF DAWN. What are the whispering voices That wake at early dawn? Do they come from the orient portals Of the palace of the morn? They tell of a Golden City With pearl and jasper bright, And of shining forms that beckon From the pure and dazzling light. Then a rush of far-off harpings Blends with the voices clear, And I know that the night is passing, And I know that the day is near! I hear you, I hear you, Sweet voices of the dawn! Come to me, come! In the early, early morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. TO MR. BARBAULD, WITH A MAP OF THE LAND OF MATRIMONY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO REV. W. H. MILBURN by LEVI BISHOP THE BOOK OF LOS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE NEST by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTOWN by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL EPITAPH ON NICOL OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS |