'Tis sweet at hush of night By the calm moon to wander, And view those isles of light That float so far beyond her, In that wide sea Whose waters free Can find no shore to bound them, On whose calm breast Pure spirits rest With all their glory round them; Oh! that my soul, all free, From bonds of earth might sever; Oh! that those isles might be Her resting place for ever. When all those glorious spheres The watch of Heaven are keeping, And dews, like angels' tears, Around are gently weeping; Oh, who is he That carelessly On virtue's bounds encroaches, But then will feel Upon him steal Their silent, sweet reproaches? Oh! that my soul, all free, From bonds of earth might sever; Oh! that those isles might be Her resting-place for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT THE MASK OF ANARCHY; WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 5. NIGHT SONG AT AMALFI by SARA TEASDALE SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS |