The stars were so golden and glistening; I stood by the window alone, To songs of the post-horn listening, O'er silent moorland blown. My heart within me was burning. "To travel--ah, what delight!" I thought in my secret yearning, In the glorious summer night. Two merry youths were walking By the slope of yonder hill. I heard their singing and talking, When all about was still: Of woodlands murmuring mildly, Ravines from the dizziest height, Of waterfalls that wildly Pour into the forest's night. They sang of marble shining, Of garden walls o'er-grown, Where vines are rampantly twining, Of moon-lit palaces lone, Where maids at the windows are rousing The music from lutes with delight, Where murmuring fountains are drowsing In the glorious summer night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WHAT THEY ASK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HITOPADESA: DEDICATION by EDWIN ARNOLD A SPRING CAROL by ALFRED AUSTIN |