FROM upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail, By dusking fields and meadows shining pale With moon-tipped dandelions; flickering high, A peevish night-hawk in the western sky Beats up into the lucent solitudes, Or drops with griding wing; the stilly woods Grow dark and deep, and gloom mysteriously. Cool night-winds creep and whisper in mine ear; The homely cricket gossips at my feet; From far-off pools and wastes of reeds I hear With ebb and change the chanting frogs break sweet In full Pandean chorus; one by one Shine out the stars, and the great night comes on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR SINCERITIES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 4 by WILLIAM BLAKE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MARTIN RELPH by ROBERT BROWNING EBB TIDE AT NOON by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |