THE moonlight falleth lovely over earth; And strange, indeed, must be the mind of man That can resist its beautiful reproach. How can hate work like fever in the soul With such entire tranquillity around? Evil must be our nature to refuse Such gentle intercession. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW UNCLE ANANIAS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE COTTON BOLL by HENRY TIMROD WHITE SNOW by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |