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...THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |