We talked throughout the evening's changing light From day gold into pale metallic grey, And saw the Cézanne cornfield settle for the night Beneath the moon, cloud swept in disarray. We leaned upon the window-sill and heard The flutter of a sudden hurried bird; The silver coinage on the poplar tree Shook to the breeze and sounded like the sea. Our ears shared all the little music then, Our eyes gazed on the same untroubled view, But as the passage clock was mumbling ten I freely left her side and was with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |