Whippoorwill Time

LET down the bars ; drive in the cows ;
The west is dyed with burning rose:
Unhitch the horses from the ploughs,
And from the cart the ox that lows,
And light the lamp within the house.
The whippoorwill is calling,
“ Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will,”
Where the locust blooms are falling
On the hill:
The sunset’s rose is dying,
And the whippoorwill is crying,
“ Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will; ”
Soft, now shrill,
The whippoorwill is crying
“ Whip-poor-will.”
Unloose the watch-dog from his chain :
The first stars wink their drowsy eyes :
A sheep-bell tinkles in the lane,
And where the shadow deepest lies
A lamp makes bright the kitchen pane.
The whippoorwill is calling,
“ Whip-poor-will; whip-poor-will,”
Where the berry-blooms are falling
On the rill :
The first faint stars are springing,
And the whipjjoorwill is singing,
“ Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will; ”
Softly still
The whippoorwill is singing,
“ Whip-poor-will.”
The cows are milked ; the cattle fed ;
The last far streaks of evening fade :
The farm-hand whistles in the shed,
And in the house the table’s laid ;
The lamp streams on the garden-bed.
The whippoorwill is calling,
“ Whip-poor-will; whip-poor-will,”
Where the dog-wood blooms are falling
On the hill:
The afterglow is waning,
And the whippoorwill ’s complaining,
“ Whip-poor-will; whip-poor-will; ”
Wild and shrill,
The whippoorwill ’s complaining,
“ Whip-poor-will.”
The moon blooms out, a great white rose:
The stars wheel onward towards the west:
The barnyard cock wakes once and crows :
The farm is wrapped in peaceful rest:
The cricket chirs: the firefly glows.
The whippoorwill is calling,
“ Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will,”
Where the bramble-blooms are falling
On the rill:
The moon her watch is keeping,
And the whippoorwill is weeping,
“ Whip-poor-will; whip-poor-will ; ”
Lonely still,
The whippoorwill is weeping,
“ Whip-poor-will.”
Madison Cawein.