LISTENING in the twilight, very long ago, To a sweet voice singing very soft and low. Was the song a ballad of a lady fair, Saved from deadly peril by a bold corsair, Or a song of battle and a flying foe? Nay, I have forgotten, 'tis so long ago. Scarcely half remembered, more than half forgot, I can only tell you what the song was not. Memory, unfaithful, has not kept that strain, Heard once in the twilight, never heard again. Every day brings twilight, but no twilight brings To my ear that music on its quiet wings. After autumn sunsets, in the dreaming light, When long summer evenings deepen into night, All that I am sure of, is that, long ago, Some one sang at twilight, very sweet and low. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE |