Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AT NIGHT; SONNET, by AMY LOWELL



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First Line: The wind is singing through the trees tonight
Last Line: The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.
Subject(s): Wind


The wind is singing through the trees tonight,
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height
Gone is her gentler music; with delight
She listens to this booming like the seas,
These elemental, loud necessities
Which call to her to answer their swift might.
Above the tossing trees shines down a star,
Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy
Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind,
O Star! is filled with your white light, from far,
So suffer me this one night to enjoy
The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.








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