The shadows fall soft down the haw-whitened hillside; The south wind blows soft over blossoms at full tide With the evensong out from the thicket's throat thrilling, With the fragrance of springtime and pink petals spilling From the orchard's heart ever, with orchard boughs lifting Above baby grasses, with cloud blossoms drifting Over limbs bare and black. Down thro' long aisles high arching Go light gusts and ripples of breathless loves marching— The warm light, the young night, the soft flight—out, whether Or springtime, or ringtime or wingtime, or whether The wooing soft south of His weather, God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP by SARA TEASDALE THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 54 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY OUR BROTHER'S KEEPER by W. H. ANDERSON THE UNKNOWN GOD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE |