UNFATHOMABLY Night! how dost thou sweep Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide The mighty city under thy full tide; Making a silent palace for old Sleep, Like his own temple under the hushed deep, Where all the busy day he doth abide, And forth at the late dark, outspreadeth wide His dusky wings, whence the cold water sweep! How peacefully the living millions lie! Lulled unto death beneath his poppy spells; There is no breath -- no living stir -- no cry -- No tread of foot -- no song -- no music-call -- Only the sound of melancholy bells -- The voice of Time -- survivor of them all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN NATURE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO PARADISE LOST by BERTON BRALEY TAKE YOUR CHOICE: NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WOULD SPEAK ... THIS MANNER by BERTON BRALEY THE RICH YOUNG RULER QUESTIONS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS THE CONTRAST TO WATTS' HYMN 'THE POTTER AND THE CLAT' by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AH! BLESSED IS HE by EDWARD CARPENTER |