WHEN the great sower, Night, Lets down his sable bars, He goes into his endless fields To plant his seed, the stars. And then the wintry Dawn Comes with her icy hand, And blights with snowy clouds the flowers In that wide, heavenly land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EXOTIC PERFUME by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE STREET LAMP by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |