HER soft, cool arms extending, Night comes anew; Fields, woods, and meadows clasping Her heart unto; With mantle light enwrapping Each tree and bush, While murmuring tones the world To dreams doth hush. The earth hath now forgotten Day's misery; Mine eyes I lift in longing Toward the sky. I see a wee bird soaring In sunset's glow: Ah, would my heart, so weary, With it might go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE CAPTIVE LION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |