In the first languid dawning reigns The morning-moon, clear ere she wanes. The sky is washed with cooling blue, The wind snips pearls from off the dew. Peace trembles: violent with dooms, Day, the vast sullen monster, looms, Bellows and bites and makes things fly And shows what living is thereby. On his swift course the bright sun glows, Now ruddy eve, now midnight goes. In the first languid dawning reigns The morning-moon, clear ere she wanes. Time munches, munches, steadily, Munching his way through eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |