THOUGH black the night, I know upon the sky, A little paler now, if clouds were none, The stars would be. Husht now the thickets lie, And now the birds are moving one by one, -- A note -- and now from bush to bush it goes -- A prelude -- now victorious light along The west will come till every bramble glows With wash of sunlit dew shaken in song. Shaken in song; O heart, be ready now, Cold in your night, be ready now to sing. Dawn as it wakes the sleeping bird on bough Shall summon you to instant reckoning, -- She is your dawn, O heart, -- sing, till the night Of death shall come, the gospel of her light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENAPHON: SAMELA by ROBERT GREENE A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE AFTER YEARS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES |