STARS with golden feet are wand'ring Yonder, and they gently weep That they cannot earth awaken, Who in night's arms is asleep. List'ning stand the silent forests, Every leaf an ear doth seem! How its shadowy arm the mountain Stretcheth out, as though in dream What call'd yonder? In my bosoin Rings the echo of the tone. Was it my beloved one speaking, Or the nightingale alone? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TASK: BOOK 4. THE WINTER EVENING by WILLIAM COWPER ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |