Into the twilight's velvet curtain, Fireflies flicker, slow, uncertain; While from the boggy marshes dense, The guttural croak of frogs commence. Over the hillside's wooded rim, Flames the full moon's glowing brim; A rustle of summer's gentle breeze, Sounding a starlit symphony. And now a breathless silence broods, Around this tranquil solitude; Only broken by the swell, Of the muffled vesper bell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM by SARA TEASDALE THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |