WHEN sunny hills are draped in velvet shadows By summer night And Lady Moon hangs out among the tree tops Her crescent bright; And when the welcome evening breeze is cooling My fevered brow And all who toil rejoice that blessed night time Approaches now -- When out among the herds the bells are tinkling, Now clear, now faint, And in the woods a lonely bird is voicing His evening plaint; And when the breeze with drowsy accent whispers Its melody, And from the brook the joyous cries of children Are borne to me; When fields of grain have caught a gleam of moonlight But dark the ground -- A pearl-gray mist has filled to over-flowing The dells around; Some golden stars are peeping forth to brighten The eastern wood; -- Then I am resting out upon my doorstep, In nature's mood. My heart reflects the rest and sweet rejoicing Around, above; And beauty is the universal language And peace and love; And all things seem to join in benediction And prayers for me; And at Night's loving heart, both earth and heaven At rest I see. And when the last of all my days is over -- The last page turned -- And whatsoever shall be deemed in wages That I have earned: -- In such a mood I hope to be composing My sweetest lay; And then -- extend my hand to all the world And pass away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE SINNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST FUGUE FOR A DROWNED GIRL by JAMES GALVIN THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |