How do the days press on, and lay Their fallen locks at evening down, While the clear stars in darkness play And moonbeams weave a crown -- A crown of flower-like light in heaven, Where in the hollow arch of space Morn's mistress dreams, and the Pleiads seven Stand watch about her place. Stand watch -- O days, no number keep Of hours when this dark clay is blind. When the world's clocks are dumb in sleep 'Tis then I seek my kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE SONNET: 94 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FOR STURDY FEET by A. DOROTHEA BATES |