A Thrush in the Moonlight
1881-1968
In came the moon and covered me with wonder,
Touched me and was near me and made me very still.
In came a rush of song, like rain after thunder,
Pouring importunate on my window-sill.
I lowered my head, I hid it, I would not see nor hear,
The birdsong had stricken me, had brought the moon too near.
But when I dared to lift my head, night began to fill
With singing in the darkness. And then the thrush grew still.
And the moon came in, and silence, on my window-sill.
DayPoems Poem No. 1405
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1405.html">A Thrush in the Moonlight by Witter Bynner</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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