The day is tired with idleness and awe. The fishing boats stand fixed along the sea. Upon the heather hangs the drowsy bee O'ercome with sweetness. Even within the claw Of yonder bird the tettix fills his maw, And burns with gold and crimson. Silently A reaper passes dreamlike. Creatures free Within the prisoning heat and this one law... The day is tired. The sun stands still upon the livid sky; And the great mounains go up to it there, Fable on wondrous fable; and the air Pulses with flame and darkness everywhere ...Or only in my brain, upon mine eye, And still about my forehead and my hair. The day is tired. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 64 by PHILIP SIDNEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH HERTHA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |