Keen is the clear deep vault of night, Far aslant at noon hangs dull the sun; From an avenging shadow sprite The daylight nymphs seem forced to run. Tense frost the brooks of the mountain hold, The valley is smothered, enshrouded the lake; Wild blares the wind from Northern Pole, Warning winged stragglers the marsh to forsake For a sunnier clime. In tones of awe The shrill night voices carnival keep With the pale moon. Now Nature will draw Slumber robes hastily 'bout her form, And while she yields to the angel Sleep, Boreas molds the sullen storm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR LINCOLN by WALT WHITMAN THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS LILIES: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A DISMISSAL by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |