LISTEN and we shall hear the voice Of Evening, her name she told, When we stayed our boat by the shore to know What wee flower shone 'neath the willow so, And her hair was radiant gold. Now veiled in grey with silent step, She walks where shades are deep, And the great trees hear, and the blossoms know The song she sings, and her music low Is charming them to sleep. My unseen brother and sister Who dwell 'neath the roofs we pass, Are you sad and weary with toil and care, My rest is full, I have rest to spare, I whisper it through your grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR COUNTRY by JULIA WARD HOWE LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY AGAMEMNON: HELEN. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI FECUNDI CALICES by BACCHYLIDES |