The sunset burns upon the river, Its glories fade and die, But up the paths of night come ever The children of the sky. So, when the light of olden days Sinks from before men's eyes, Fair visions, up the spirit's ways, Like stars of Heaven, arise. O vernal land! O river strand, Beside whose waving reed, Three hundred years ago, did stand The cottage of the Swede! Would that these lips, alas, so dumb, Could sing your minstrelsy As, from the distant past, doth come Its music unto me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |