A moonlit mist the valley fills, Though rides unseen herself the moon; Behind me sleep majestic hills, Before me fragrant fields of June. Such breathless silence fills the place I seem to hear the night moths pass; Soft wings have touched my hands and face, And firefly lamps above the grass Have lit a moment, clustered white, The mountain laurel buds that gleam Against the velvet depth of night Like blooms of childhood seen in dream. So lone am I, so far from men, My kinship with the earth I feel; And mystic things beyond my ken Does sybil darkness slow reveal. I enter through a moonlit door, Before me fragrant silence lies; And out beynd our human shore, Where moaning billows fall and rise, I pass toward headlands dim and far That girdle with white walls of foam A land where things eternal are That seems the soul's remembered home. Behind me fades the earth I knew, Beyond the world of sense am I; From mountains of the soul I view The things I worshipped passing by: Before me do they come and go Through rhythmic changes manifold With refluence and resurgence slow By laws established from of old But swift upon the silence falling There comes a strange, familiar cry; Persistent, iterant the calling, And evermore without reply. In it are life's unquenched desire And age-old requiems of pain Upheavals of volcanic fire, The loneliness of midnight rain The silence breaks in waves of sound; The throbbing heart of life I feel. O ye who wingless walk the ground! Two worlds there are: But which is real? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |