The fervid heat is ebbing toward the finish of the day, The festive songs of bird life have slowly died away, The little woodland creatures come out to court the breeze, The gentle evening zephyrs are whispering through the trees, The cattle in the pasture are heading toward the stall, The hush of evening quiet is hovering over all, The sun in blood-red glory is sinking in the west, The moon, in sweet effulgence, seems anchored and at rest. Invisible forms are lighting heaven's candles, twinkling bright, An unseen hand is drawing the curtain of the night. Relentless power is urging the darkness hasting on, While blissful hope assures us the coming of the dawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE |