THE summer nights are short Where northern days are long: For hours and hours lark after lark Trills out his song. The summer days are short Where southern nights are long: Yet short the night when nightingales Trill out their song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SLEEP IN GETHSEMANE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ABELARD TO HELOISE, SELECTION by JAMES CAWTHORN |