I LEANED out from my window yesternight, And saw the whole sky luminous and pale From the moon, wrapt in a cloud's filmy veil, As when one shades a candle out of sight Behind the hollowed palm, letting the light Fall o'er the shadowed room. Across each vale The wind on tiptoe sped and shook the frail, Top branches of the pine-tree in its flight. Lady, thine eyes' eclipse hath drawn the rare White moon of joy behind a cloud, and stole Its star-tide; yet thy memory is there To shed its soft light where the shadows roll. I lean out from the window of my soul, And see my whole sky luminous and fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL |