WATCH ye well! The moon is shrouded On her bright throne; Storms are gathering, stars are clouded, Waves make wild moan. 'Tis no night of hearth-fires glowing, And gay songs and wine-cups flowing; But of winds, in darkness blowing, O'er seas unknown! In the dwellings of our fathers, Round the glad blaze, Now the festive circle gathers With harps and lays; Now the rush-strewn halls are ringing, Steps are bounding, bards are singing, -- Ay! the hour to hall is bringing Peace, joy, or praise. Save to us, our night-watch keeping, Storm-winds to brave, While the very sea-bird sleeping Rests in its cave! Think of us when hearts are beaming, Think of us when mead is streaming, Ye, of whom our souls are dreaming On the dark wave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUS VENERIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RELEASE by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 8. OF CONSTANCY by WILLIAM BASSE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 14 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |