CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water -- sheer waters showing the russet of old stones remembering many rains. And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and sleep from much music; joined songs of day-end, feathery throats and stony waters, in a choir chanting new psalms. It is too much for the long willows when low laughter of a red moon comes down; and the willows drowse and sleep on the shoulders of the running water. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES DICK, A MAGGOT by JONATHAN SWIFT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES |