THE moon shines bright upon the trampled course, Where, in the afternoon, the horses strove, And only crickets' chirping breaks the sound, Excepting where, around some distant stove, The stable-boys use every strange device To trim each other with the leaping dice. The scene is one of quietude and peace— No roaring crowds are gathered at the rail, No frantic bellowing and shrieks are heard From those who see their "information" fail— How soft the gleaming! Let the gleaming gloam— You broke, too, pal? Then let's start walking home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |