INTO the silver night She brought with her pale hand The topaz lanthorn-light, And darted splendour o'er the land; Around her in a band, Ringstrak'd and pied, the great soft moths came flying, And, flapping with their mad wings, fanned The flickering flame, ascending, falling, dying. Behind the thorny pink Close wall of blossom'd may, I gaz'd thro' one green chink, And saw no more than thousands may, -- Saw sweetness, tender and gay, -- Saw full rose lips as rounded as the cherry, Saw braided locks more dark than bay, And flashing eyes, decorous, pure and merry. With food for furry friends, She passed, her lamp and she, Till eaves and gable-ends Hid all that saffron sheen from me: Around my rosy tree Once more the silver-starry night was shining, With depths of heaven, dewy and free, And crystals of a carven moon declining. Alas! for him who dwells In frigid air of thought, When warmer light dispels The frozen calm his spirit sought; By life too lately taught He sees the ecstatic Human from him stealing; Reels from the joy experience brought, And dares not clutch what Love was half revealing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT ON WHICH I DINED by WILLIAM COWPER MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI GARDEN DAYS: 2. NEST EGGS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |