A SCENT of guava-blossoms and the smell Of bruised grass beneath the tamarind-trees; The hurried humming of belated bees With pollen-laden thighs; far birds that tell With faint, last notes of night's approaching spell, While smoke of supper-fires the low sun sees Creep through the roofs of palm, and on the breeze Floats forth the message of the evening bell. Our footsteps pause, we look toward the west, And from my heart throbs out one fervent prayer: O love! O silence! ever to be thus, -- A silence full of love and love its best, Till in our evening years we two shall share Together, side by side, life's Angelus! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER |