O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the smooth lake diffusing silvery light, Sublimely still, and beautifully pale! What can thy cool and placid eye avail, Where fierce despair absorbs the mental sight, While inbred glooms the vagrant thoughts invite, To tempt the gulf where howling fiends assail? O, Night! all nature owns thy tempered power; Thy solemn pause, thy dews, thy pensive beam; Thy sweet breath whispering in the moonlight bower, While fainting flow'rets kiss the wandering stream! Yet, vain is every charm! and vain the hour, That brings to maddening love, no soothing dream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN FLEUR DE LIS by GRACE EVELYN BROWN THE INVISIBLE BRIDGE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS TURNED OUT FOR RENT by M. L. S. BURKE THANKSGIVING FOR VICTORY by ROBERT BURNS AN ADMONITION AGAINST SWEARING, ADDRESSED TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY by JOHN BYROM |