Madison Cawein - The Heron lyrics

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.