Read the poem. The Whippoorwill

by Madison Julius Cawein

I.

Above lone woodland ways that led

To dells the stealthy twilights tread

The west was hot geranium red;

And still, and still,

Along old lanes the locusts sow

With clustered pearls the Maytimes know,

Deep in the crimson afterglow,

We heard the homeward cattle low,

And then the far-off, far-off woe

Of "whippoorwill!" of "whippoorwill!"

II.

Beneath the idle beechen boughs

We heard the far bells of the cows

Come slowly jangling towards the house;

And still, and still,

Beyond the light that would not die

Out of the scarlet-haunted sky;

Beyond the evening-star's white eye

Of glittering chalcedony,

Drained out of dusk the plaintive cry

Of "whippoorwill," of "whippoorwill."

III.

And in the city oft, when swims

The pale moon o'er the smoke that dims

Its disc, I dream of wildwood limbs;

And still, and still,

I seem to hear, where shadows grope

Mid ferns and flowers that dewdrops rope,

Lost in faint deeps of heliotrope

Above the clover-sweetened slope,

Retreat, despairing, past all hope,

The whippoorwill, the whippoorwill.

Whippoorwill - a nocturnal bird with a distinctive call that is suggestive of its name

In "The Whippoorwill," what is the speaker's viewpoint of the whippoorwill’s call?

It makes him wish that more birds lived near him.

He finds it annoying and disruptive to the calm.

It makes him feel sad that the day is coming to an end.

It is beautiful, and he wishes he could hear it more.