Seeped in a symphony of sound I lay upon the hot, still ground And heard cool laughter of the breeze And smelled the dusty sunshine sifting down Upon the brown Dry bed of cedar trees. Pale powdered clouds in weird lament Lagged weary up the hills and sent Ghosts coasting down in gray descent. The melancholy pines arrayed In arabesques of light and shade Crooned hauntingly a serenade. The slivered silence of the rills Spilled laughter on the painted hills And fluted cries of whippoorwills. Seeped in a symphony of sound I lay upon the hot, still ground And watched the slender fingers of the breeze Nuzzling the grass and snuffing ghosts of flowers In dusky bowers Beyond the cedar trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |