'TWAS midnight—midnight in a southern clime; The moon above the mountains—wood and stream And vineyard shining in her silvery beam, As in the sunlight of the morning's prime; The shade of fragrant orange-tree and lime Pierc'd through with twinkling stars; it seem'd a gleam Of Heaven o'erspreading earth, or poet's dream By fancy pictur'd in delusive rhyme. Though mist and darkness wrap our northern grove, No nightingale to charm the listening ear, Nor purple vines, nor cloudless moons above, For such I sigh not; this dark atmosphere Home gilds and gladdens with the light of love; There brighter skies, but fonder hearts are here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ALL RELIGIONS ARE ONE by WILLIAM BLAKE EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE A COWBOY'S WORRYING LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS FATHERHOOD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: BABYLONIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |