SISTER of the earliest light, Type of loveliness in sorrow, Silver mists thy radiance borrow, Even as they cross thy sight. When thou comest to the sky, In their dusky hollows waken, Spirits that are sad, forsaken, Birds that shun the day, and I. Looking downward far and wide, Hidden things thou dost discover. Luna! help a hapless lover, Lift him kindly to thy side! Aided by thy friendly beams, Let him, through the lattice peeping, Look into the room where, sleeping, Lies the maiden of his dreams. Ah, I see her! Now I gaze, Bending in a trance Elysian, And I strain my inmost vision, And I gather all thy rays. Bright and brighter yet I see Charms no envious robes encumber; And she draws me to her slumber, As Endymion once drew thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 29. CHRIST AND ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |