Both poems, "A Radiant Pursuit" and "A Song in the Night," are poems about nature. In a couple of paragraphs, explain what aspect of nature each poet emphasizes, the form each poem takes, how nature is portrayed in each poem, and what nature means to each poet.

(The poems are listed here)

A radiant persuit:
I like hunting sunsets1
through horizons far and wide—2
Emerging nightly, even though, 3
all day in clouds, they hide. 4

When I venture far from home5
and need some quick familiar, 6
“around six” I tell myself,7
I’ll have the sun, I’m sure. 8

The sun is a fine friend, you see—9
warm, unique, and steady. 10
When you make appointments with the sun, 11
it’s punctual and ready. 12

There’s not too much that’s definite, 13
on no account, to change; 14
yet the sunshine and the starry night—15
for lifetimes, will exchange. 16

And every night and morning, 17
restlessly, you’ll look18
as the sun paints one more masterpiece. 19
Upon the sky, it writes a book, 20

and every day enfolds into a21
hypnotizing light. 22
When the sun dips so industriously, 23
we know that all is right. 24

So when you sense that you could use25
a phenomenon or friend, 26
Remember that a sunset27
is a pleasant narrative end, 28

and with its art, comes comfort29
that whichever path you choose, 30
a sunset waits—a nightly game31
that by no means, you’ll lose. 32

Now A Song In the Night:

A brown bird sang on a blossomy tree,
Sang in the moonshine, merrily,
Three little songs, one, two, and three,
A song for his wife, for himself, and me.

He sang for his wife, sang low, sang high,
Filling the moonlight that filled the sky;
\"Thee, thee, I love thee, heart alive!
Thee, thee, thee, and thy round eggs five!\"

He sang to himself, \"What shall I do
With this life that thrills me through and through!
Glad is so glad that it turns to ache!
Out with it, song, or my heart will break!\"

He sang to me, \"Man, do not fear
Though the moon goes down and the dark is near;
Listen my song and rest thine eyes;
Let the moon go down that the sun may rise!\"

I folded me up in the heart of his tune,
And fell asleep with the sinking moon;
I woke with the day\'s first golden gleam,
And, lo, I had dreamed a precious dream!