SOUNDS of the day come out distinct and clear, While children's voices break the muffled roar That rises from the village. Evermore The babble of birds falls on the dreaming ear. The ring-dove gurgles from a coppice near, The lark flits low above his wheaten floor, And, tired of climbing, seeks his nestlings four, While swallows cleave the laden atmosphere. The bloom of fruit is on the distant firs, The valley films with soft and fleecy spray, The breeze but fans the face, and dies away, And not a leaf within the forest stirs. The sun goes down upon the throbbing air, And leaves the hills more silent than they were. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH |