Grey Murmurs

Sound loves to revel in a summer night:

Witness the murmur of the grey twilight

That stole upon the ear, in Eyraco,

Of many a wild star-gazer long ago-

That stealeth ever on the ear of him

Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim,

And sees the darkness coming as a cloud-

Is not its form- its voice- most palpable and loud?

 

But what is this?- it cometh, and it brings

A music with it- 'tis the rush of wings-

 

from

Al Aaraaf

Edgar Allen Poe

1826

Done