I NIGHT on her couch of the mountains And the poignant gleam of a star, Dawn in a place full of shadowy pines And mist in a valley afar. II Snow in a twilight of winter And frost in the heart of a stream, Cold of the moon on monotonous sands And voices out of a dream. III Dower of dew at evenfall And the ghosts of melodies fled, Prayer in the heart of a man that is mazed For the love of a child that is dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |