Watchman, tell us of the night. "Know ye not? the moon in all her glory Seeks to quench the stars' more feeble light. Low along the sky the shifting clouds Turn gold, now gray, now white." Watchman, watchman, tell us of the night. "Hear ye not the sleepless pine trees' sighing? Feel ye not the perfume-burdened air? There's the shadow of a rosebud dying— God, the silence of thy night is rare." Watchman, watchman, tell us what is there. "Hear ye not the frogs' unending chorus, Sung to please some wakeful water sprite? There's a moonflower blooming pale before us— Listen to the whip-poor-will's sad flight." Ah, but watchman, tell us of the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER SONNET: 35 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MARCH OF XERXES by LUIGI ALAMANNI |