Geraldine, the moon is shining With so soft, so bright a ray, Seems it not that eve, declining Ushered in a fairer day? While the wind is whispering only, Far -- across the water borne Let us, in this silence lonely Sit beneath the ancient thorn -- Wild the road, and rough and dreary; Barren all the moorland round; Rude the couch that rests us weary; Mossy stone and heathy ground -- But when winter storms were meeting In the moonless midnight dome Did we heed the tempest's beating Howling round our spirits' home? No, that tree, with branches riven Whitening in the whirl of snow, As it tossed against the heaven, Sheltered happy hearts below -- And at Autumn's mild returning Shall our feet forget the way? And in Cynthia's silver morning, Geraldine, wilt thou delay? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM FROM POOLS OF DEEPER THOUGHT by MAUDE HARDY ARNOLD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 22 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EPIGRAM TO MISS AINSLIE IN CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS LINES TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, ON DEATH OF EARL OF GLENCAIRN by ROBERT BURNS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 55 by BLISS CARMAN |