AN odorous shade lingers the fair day's ghost, And the frail moon now by no wind is tost, And shadow-laden scents of tree and grass Build up again a world our eyes have lost. Now all the wood is but a murmured light Where leaf on leaf falls softly from the height; The hidden freshness of the river seems A breath that mingles with the breath of night. And time and shade and silence seem to say, Close now your eyes nor fear to die with day; For if the daylight win to earth again, Will not its beauty also find a way? And flower and stream and forest, will they not Bring back to-morrow, as to-day they brought, This shadow-hidden scent—this odorous shade? Yea, and with more abiding memories fraught. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |