On the gorgeous hills of morning A sudden piping of birds, A piping of all the forest, high and merry and clear, I lay in my tent and listened; I lay and heard them long, In the dark of the moonlit morning, The birds of the night at song. I lay and listened and heard them Sing ere the day was begun; Sing and sink into Silence one by one. I lay in my bed and looked''" Paler than starlight or lightning A glimmer ... In the highlands in the country places Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair lasses Quiet eyes, Light and heat begin, begin and strengthen, And the shadows turn and shrink and lengthen, As the great sun passes in the skies. Life and death go by with heedful faces''" Mock with silent steps these empty places. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER TO A CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: CONDEMNED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |