Through the night a poet listened To voices he heard in a dream; They gave a song to the moonlight; To wind, a wailing theme. The eerie tones were mingled With noises of outer ways And the wistful undertoning Of all his happier days. As the echoes all had meaning For life in a busy town, That a poet may interpret, The dreamer wrote them down. And the pen was a sword of the spirit That put despair to flight And pointed a way, resplendent, In living words of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM IN ANSWER TO QUESTION FROM GREEK GRAMMAR: WHAT FUTURES SPEAK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 4. HER STORIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |