OH, hark! the languid air is still, The fields and woods seem hushed and dumb. But listen, and you shall hear a thrill, An inner voice of silence come, Stray notes of birds, the hum of bees, The brook's light gossip on its way, Voices of children heard at play, Leaves whispering of a coming breeze. Oh, look! the sea is fallen asleep, The sail hangs idle evermore; Yet refluent from the outer deep, The low wave sobs upon the shore. Silent the dark cave ebbs and fills, Silent the broad weeds wave and sway; Yet yonder fairy fringe of spray Is born of surges vast as hills. Oh, see! the sky is deadly dark, There shines not moon nor any star; But gaze awhile, and you shall mark Some gleam of glory from afar: Some half-hid planet's vagrant ray; Some lightning flash which wakes the world; Night's pirate banner slowly furled; And, eastward, some faint flush of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE |