The music of the morning is red and warm;
Snow lies against the walls;
And on the sloping roof in the yellow sunlight
Pigeons huddle against the wind.
The music of evening is attenuated and thin -
The moon seen through a wave by a mermaid;
The crying of a violin.
Far down there, far down where the river turns to the west,
The delicate lights begin to twinkle
On the dusky arches of the bridge:
In the green sky a long cloud,
A smouldering wave of smoky crimson,
Breaks in the freezing wind: and above it, unabashed,
Remote, untouched, fierly palpitant,
Sings the first star.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15
Conrad Potter Aiken
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Poem topics: cloud, green, moon, red, river, sky, snow, star, evening, long, morning, roof, bridge, warm, yellow, sunlight, delicate, crimson, music, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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