Just a dash of lambent carmine
Shading into sky of gold;
Just a twitter of a song-bird
Ere the wings its head enfold;
Just a rustling sigh of parting
From the moon-kissed hill to breeze;
And a cheerful gentle, nodding
Adieu waving from the trees;
Just a friendly sunbeam’s flutter
Wishing all a night’s repose,
Ere the stars swing back the curtain
Bringing twilight’s dewy close.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on July 10, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.
I Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? II Tell me, moon, thou pale and grey Pilgrim of heaven’s homeless way, In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now? III Weary wind, who wanderest Like the world’s rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow?
This poem is in the public domain.