All day long the wind in the bending branches Softly croons a chant for the silent sleepers, Through the hours the birds in unceasing rapture Echo the wind-song. Tossing branches caught by the spars of sun-glow, Framing bits of blue with their leafy meshes, And upon the winds from the pine-tree's censer Attars unloosened. Far away the valley lies in a day-dream, Warm and golden, swept by the clouds' swift shadows, While the grasses like distant ocean billows Drift in the sunshine. Here is peace and loveliness ever mingled: Organ music of winds and birds and branches, And a brooding Presence that makes each moment A benediction. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFERENTIAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL GOOD-NIGHT by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS ETERNITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |