The forest leaves were all asleep, The yellow stars were on the hill, The roving winds were all away, Only the tide was restless still, When I awoke. My chamber dim Was flooded by the cool, sweet night, And in the hush I seemed aware Of premonitions of delight. Who called me lightly as I slept? Who touched my forehead with soft hands? Who summoned me without a sound Back from the vague, mysterious lands? It must have been my sleepless heart Knocking upon his prison door, To bid old Reason have a care Lest Joy should pass and come no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |