No breath of morning wakes The languid dreaming night; Nor through the thick leaves breaks A gleam of light. But on the brooding calm, And ghostly silence deep, Is shed a dreamy balm Of Rest and Sleep. Then sudden, thro' the trees, Listening, unstirred around, Flutters a fairy breeze With whispering sound. And straightway from the throat Of some half-waking bird, One hestitating note, Dawn's earliest word. And then the tranquil night, Faints in the garish ray. - Loud song, and broader light, Alas! 'tis Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |