Slow twilight bird, Suspended, as you sail, along the nearer edge Of nightfall and the beechwood, are you heard In places past my ears? Are you a wedge -- Slow tapered wing -- Driving into the outer walls of time? Eternity is not so strange a thing, At evening, when the towers that were to climb -- Slow searching beak -- Lie level with your progress in the soft, Dark-feathered dusk, and there are known to speak Gentle, wild voices from the dark aloft. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SNOW-FLAKES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE DAUGHTERS OF ATLAS by AESCHYLUS BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING INAUGURATION SONNET: ERNEST FOX NICHOLS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |