While twilight's afterglow still faintly beams Above dim shores and on the waves that sleep, An idling fisherman stirs from his dreams To row towards home, for shadows will be deep; Then sweetly from the reeds where redwings nest, Far ringing songs call wandering ones to rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND WHAT DO I CARE by SARA TEASDALE |