Day had awakened all things that be, The lark, and the thrush, and the swallow free, And the milkmaid's song, and the mower's scythe, And the matin bell and the mountain bee: Fireflies were quenched on the dewy corn, Glowworms went out, on the river's brim, Like lamps which a student forgets to trim: The beetle forgot to wind his horn, The crickets were still in the meadow and hill: Like a flock of rooks at a farmer's gun, Night's dreams and terrors, every one, Fled from the brains which are its prey, From the lamp's death to the morning ray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN THE RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE THE BEAN-STALK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE |