Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the night, Since kind or chance gives both one livery: Both sadly black, both blackly darkened be, Night barred from sun, thou from thy own sun's light. Silence in both displays his sullen might; Slow heaviness in both holds one degree, That full of doubts, thou of perplexity; Thy tears express night's native moisture right. In both a mazeful solitariness: In night, of sprites the ghastly powers stir, In thee, or sprites, or sprited ghastliness, But, but, alas, night's side the odds hath, far, For that at length yet doth invite some rest, Thou, though still tired, yet still dost it detest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE OBERMANN ONCE MORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 65. AL-WAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD JOB 14. JOB'S ENTREATY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |