When the black bat, circling low, Prowls for food and beats the air; When the night in lambent flow Spreads her sable gown with care; When the lemon colored moon Bids the lotus bud unclose, -- Then, dear heart, we too shall share Heaven-sent repose. Softly rippling water gleams Ebon satin near the shore, Studded with white stars whose beams Flicker, go, and come no more. Breezes, softly violined; Desultory note of bird; Pregnant silence here that seems Eloquently heard. We shall listen for the strain Of a love song, fluted low. We shall join in the refrain, Feel our blood's exultant flow. Night, oh, do not pass too soon For the mossy sylvan shrine Holds us with a star-spun chain Linked to fern and pine. Shall the tall trees witness love! Shall the new trees view our bliss! Whisp'ring, swaying leaves above Kiss, as we, in love shall kiss. Call a cloud, oh, lemon moon, Hide your face and shield us two. Well can you afford to miss Scenes not meant for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GEORGE GRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER |