WEARY, weary loves! Day is o'er and past; Every drooping lily bell Chimes good-night at last. Softly! nursing winds Swing them to and fro With the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of the rivulet below. Even the willow leaves Brooding silence keep; All the great, good world is hushed -- Hushed that you may sleep! But in heaven two wee, wee stars Dance and whirl and glow To the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of the rivulet below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |