The sun sinks into an ocean of mist; The trees spread their green wings for flight; A silence spreads over hill and valley; A pale moon leads the caravan of night. The "star-traders" come from the desert of East With their loads of gold and silver; As the breeze, that unseen camel walks along, Setting the golden western mists aquiver. The last flicker of light fades away fast; Comes darkness, telling dewy beads; The trees, shadow-like, melt into the sky; The drowsy West seeks to echo the silence of the East | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |