WHEN night-birds leave their nests Sweet dews to sup, From the lake's sheeny breast Moon-waves splash up, And raindrops rock to rest In lily's cup; While from the stars comes dripping scented light: Oh, good night! When the hair of the water-maid Clings to the oar, Till the dreaming moon, half afraid, Basketh no more; When kelpies lurk in the shade, Craved by the shore; And even the low twangling harp-notes sound white: My love, good night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THURSDAY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |