The breeze-spectator, still, awe-struck; Falls not even the shadow of a leaf; The trees, the meadows, the pools Build the silent temple-hall for peace. To the music of moon and stars Played by the minute, and hour-hands of time; Dances Nature's Night-Bayadere With the castanets of sleep and dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |