I saw moonlight falling On a narrow bed, With its touch recalling Beauty to the dead. Like the bright sands heaping In an ancient glass; None to mark the keeping Of the hours that pass. Like some perfumed, olden Wine drops on the floor; Gone who spilled the golden Wine -- to come no more. Like a garment holding (Golden threads encrust) Winding and enfolding Bits of bone and dust. Like a wild bird singing, But with none to hear; Echoes falling, ringing On no mortal ear. Like a fragrant flower, As its petals shed, At the midnight hour Falling on the dead. @3I saw moonlight falling On a narrow bed, Lingering, recalling Beauty to the dead.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A PROPOSED TRIP SOUTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A TOMB BY THE SEA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |