I AWOKE in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe ' of a finger-nail held to the candle, Or paring of paradisaïcal fruit, ' lovely in waning but lustreless, Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow, ' of dark Maenefa the mountain; A cusp still clasped him, a fluke yet fanged him, ' entangled him, not quit utterly. This was the prized, the desirable sight, ' unsought, presented so easily, Parted me leaf and leaf, divided me, ' eyelid and eyelid of slumber. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND BOY by COLLEY CIBBER STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT (COMPLETE) by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT NIGHT AND DAY by SIDNEY LANIER DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |