The world is resting without sound or motion, Behind the apple tree the sun goes down Painting with fire the spires and the windows In the elm-shaded town. Beyond the calm Connecticut the hills lie Silvered with haze as fruits still fresh with bloom, The swallows weave in flight across the zenith On an aerial loom. Into the garden peace comes back with twilight, Peace that since noon had left the purple phlox, The heavy-headed asters, the late roses And swaying hollyhocks. For at high-noon I heard from this same garden The far-off murmur as when many come; Up from the village surged the blind and beating Red music of a drum; And the hysterical sharp fife that shattered The brittle autumn air, While they came, the young men marching Past the village square.... Across the calm Connecticut the hills change To violet, the veils of dusk are deep, Earth takes her children's many sorrows calmly And stills herself to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 8. BE QUICK AND SURE by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |