Midsummer night, without a moon, but the stars In a serene bright multitude were there, Even the shyest ones, even the faint motes shining Low in the north under the Little Bear. When I have said "This tragic farce I play in Has neither dignity, delight nor end," The holy night draws all its stars around me -- I am ashamed, I have betrayed my Friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE CHINESE NIGHTINGALE; A SONG IN CHINESE TAPESTRIES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON KEEPING ENDLESS HOLIDAY by TITUS PETRONIUS NIGER MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE DEAD DRUMMER; A LEGEND OF SALISBURY PLAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES |