THE Moon has gone to her rest, A full hour ago. The Pleiads have found a nest In the waves below. Slow, the Hours one by one In Midnight's footsteps creep. Lovers who lie alone Soon wake to weep. Slow-footed tortoise Hours, will ye not hasten on, Till from his prison In the golden East A new day shall have risen, And the last stars be gone, Like guests belated from a bridal feast? When the long night is done Then shall ye sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SNOW IN APRIL by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE MOCKING-BIRD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD GILBERT: 2. THE PARLOUR by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |