EVENING.
As slaughter red the long creek crawls
From solitary forest walls,
Out where the eve’s wild glory falls.
One wiry leg drowned in his breast,
Neck-shrunk, flame-gilded with the West,
Stark-stately he the evening wears.
NIGHT.
The whimp’ring creek breaks on the stone;
The new moon came, but now is gone;
White, tingling stars wink out alone.
Lank specter of wet, windy lands,
The melancholy heron stands;
Then, clamoring, dives into the stars.
(Madison Julius Cawein)
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