Evening
The moon begins her stately ride Across the summer sky; The happy wavelets lash the shore,-- The tide is rising high. Beneath some friendly blade of grass The lazy beetle cowers; The coffers of the air are filled With offerings from the flowers. And slowly buzzing o'er my head A swallow wings her flight; I hear the weary plowman sing As falls the restful night.
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"The moon begins her stately ride..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Laurence Dunbar delivers a powerful performance in "Evening"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...