Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lurks there. Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -- On a little safe sleep. But hark! joy -- joy -- strange joy. Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks. Music showering our upturned list'ning faces. Death could drop from the dark As easily as song -- But song only dropped, Like a blind man's dreams on the sand By dangerous tides, Like a girl's dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there, Or her kisses where a serpent hides. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF HUMAN LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD MYSELF by HARRIET ELLEN (GRANNIS) AREY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE HWOMESTEAD by WILLIAM BARNES A NEW HAMPSHIRE BOY by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS OF HYM THAT TOGYDER WYLL SERVE TWO MAYSTERS by SEBASTIAN BRANT |