I waked from sleep on a moon-drenched night, And saw from my latticed porch, The still, warm night with its mystic wrap, All softened by God's great torch. The tearful clouds from the lesser height, Hid the stars with their saucy glint, And I wished that the world could see the night All wrapped in its pearl-moon tint; For things are clearer when all is still. God ever sends us thoughtful hours; To the dazzling day its sunlit hill, To the night its still-thought flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DARK GIRL by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER DEATH by THOMAS HOOD MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PIANO by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE |