The lofty elm-trees darkly dream Against the steel-blue sky; till far I' the twilit east a golden star O'erbrims the dusk in one vast stream Of yellow light, and lo! a cry Breaks from the windy nest -- the sky Is filled with wheeling rooks -- they sway In one black phalanx towards the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FRINGED GENTIANS by AMY LOWELL NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |