MILD Splendour of the various-vested Night! Mother of wildly-working visions! hail! I watch thy gliding, while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil; And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind the gathered blackness lost on high; And when thou dartest from the wind-rent cloud Thy placid lightning o'er the awakened sky. Ah such is Hope! as changeful and as fair! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight; Now hid behind the dragon-winged Despair: But soon emerging in her radiant might She o'er the sorrow-clouded breast of Care Sails, like a meteor kindling in its flight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHRISTENING OF THE STADIUM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE FINAL WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE EXTRACTS FROM THE RUBAIYAT OF OMAR CAYENNE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS ODE ON THE DEPARTED REGENCY BILL by ROBERT BURNS ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER by ROBERT BURNS TO MR. MURRAY (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO JAMES KING OF BRITAIN by THOMAS CAMPION |