AND art thou come again, Oh Night, I know thee by thy starry crown, And by the mists of violet light Which gather where thy robes fall down. I know thee by the purple clouds Thy strong wings spread around the moon, And by the stillness which enshrouds Thy presence, thou art come too soon, Too soon, for lo thy fair love Sleep Turns not her sweet face to the skies, She lingers where the shadows creep, And stays to kiss our children's eyes. But when her gentle hands have blest Our homesteads, she will come to thee, And through the holy hours of rest Thine arms will hold her safe, and she Will hear the promises again Thou bringest from the distant spheres, And learn the reason of our pain, The meaning of our bitter tears. Thine eyes are steadfast and I dare Their mighty mystery to read, But mine are dimmed by thought and care, And fail me in my greatest need. I watch for thee, wilt thou not bring A message to my fainting heart? Through summer-time and snow and spring I watch for thee, must thou depart Thus silently -- when will it come, That perfect day which we await? For us thy lips are ever dumb, And voiceless is thy calm estate. Ah! tell thy fair love Sleep, that she May touch me when she passes by, And whisper what she hears from thee In some sweet lullaby. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PSALM 73 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ALFRED TENNYSON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |