I LOVE the cradle songs the mothers sing In lonely places when the twilight drops, The slow endearing melodies that bring Sleep to the weeping lids; and, when she stops, I love the roadside birds upon the tops Of dusty hedges in a world of Spring. And when the sunny rain drips from the edge Of midday wind, and meadows lean one way, And a long whisper passes thro' the sedge. Beside the broken water let me stay, While these old airs upon my memory play, And silent changes colour up the hedge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES THE EWE-BUCHTIN'S BONNIE by GRISELL BAILLIE THE RIVER STOUR by WILLIAM BARNES DESPISED AND REJECTED by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |