THE clouds have deepened o'er the night Till, through the dark profound, The moon is but a stain of light, And all the stars are drowned; And all the stars are drowned, my love, And all the skies are drear; But what care we for light above, If light of love is here? The wind is like a wounded thing That beats about the gloom With baffled breast and drooping wing, And wail of deepest doom; And wail of deepest doom, my love; But what have we to fear From night, or rain, or winds above, With love and laughter here? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 50 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PSALM 141 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE I HAVE SEEN THE STARS AGAIN by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS |