Dusk in June
Evening, and all the birds In a chorus of shimmering sound Are easing their hearts of joy For miles around.
The air is blue and sweet, The few first stars are white,-- Oh let me like the birds Sing before night.
Sara Teasdale
Evening, and all the birds In a chorus of shimmering sound Are easing their hearts of joy For miles around.
The air is blue and sweet, The few first stars are white,-- Oh let me like the birds Sing before night.
At dusk in June, the speaker hears birds all around filling the evening with a “chorus of shimmering sound,” releasing their hearts of joy. The scene feels soft and open: blue, sweet air and the first white stars appearing. There is peace in the birds’ singing, but also a hint of time passing.
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