THERE'S not a breath the dewy leaves to stir; There's not a cloud to spot the sapphire sky; All Nature seems a silent worshipper: While saintly Dian, with great, argent eye, Looks down as lucid from the depths on high As she to Earth were Heaven's interpreter; Each twinkling little star shrinks back, too shy Its lesser glory to obtrude by her Who fills the concave and the world with light; And ah! the human spirit must unite In such a harmony of silent lays, Or be the only discord in this night, Which seems to pause for vocal lips to raise The sense of worship into uttered praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |