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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT NIGHT; SONNET, by AMY LOWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN |
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