The virent salt-marsh tide is high to-night, Rippling, swishing through the reeds, The plashy, marshy weeds, That flash of white, a homing gull in flight; Some call it heeds; Hush! Trembling, the light recedes, the colors die, The sky is gray, the shadow of night Falls black on the water's light. The heavens deepen with stars, the wind glides by, Night seems to sigh, Hush! Through space, from purple sky, the starlight falls On pungent, lisping waves and grasses; Night's magnetism passes Through the marsh: a distant sea-bird calls, The white mist crawls. Hush, Sh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |