Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MIDNIGHT MAIL, by WILLIAM HURD HILLYER First Line: Resonant, full, and deep Last Line: That wait for the midnight mail! Subject(s): Messages & Messengers; Postal Service; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
RESONANT, full, and deep Is the voice of the Midnight Mail; It rolls through the shadowy realms of sleep When the high moon gleams on the rail. It startles the drowsing oak, And the clustered pines reply, And the gray battalions of goblin smoke Hang moveless under the sky. But, oh, not the lordly notes That waken the dreaming hill, Nor the cloud-white plume that backward floats, Nor the clamor that warns, "I kill" Not the drifting smoke above, Nor the transient furnace-glare, But the freightage of sorrow and joy and love Which the Midnight Mail doth bear! The great, swift wheels the long Yellow chain of squares agleam It is not for these that the poet's song Is blent with the roar of steam. Not the triumph of splendid arts, Nor the prince of the passionless rail, But the anxious eyes and the beating hearts That wait for the Midnight Mail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING THE MAIL by GALWAY KINNELL THE DE CARLO LOTS by ANNE WALDMAN OPPOSITES: 37 by RICHARD WILBUR |
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