I Through the long dusk my spirit sings To hear the wind break through the wood Blowing against the blackbirds' wings, And in the twilight it is good To watch the dark come down the hill And see the drifted oak-leaves blow Into the stream beside the mill, For love goes always where I go And burns within the lost bird's cry -- Love in the naked orchard-trees Like a late whisper comes; the sky Flings out two lonely stars, and these Over the new moon-crescent rise Ghostly, beneath love's eyes. II Sunlight wakens me after dream And through the day upholds the hours Like laughter, and the twilights seem Gentle as flowers Remembered from a summer's wreath. The spent moon lifting into gold Comes kindly, knowing how beneath Earth's dark indifference, I hold Love flung across my heart, nor care Whether a moon be young or old Or day or night be there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOLILOQUY; OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER by WALTER HARTE THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR |