I LAY awake and listened, ere the light Began to whiten at the window pane. The world was all asleep: earth was a fane Emptied of worshipers; its dome of night, Its silent aisles, were awful in their gloom. Suddenly from the tower the bell struck four, Solemn and slow, how slow and solemn! o'er Those death-like slumberers, each within his room. The last reverberation pulsed so long It seemed no tone of earthly mould at all. But the bell woke a thrush; and with a call He roused his mate, then poured a tide of song: "Morning is coming, fresh, and clear, and blue," Said that bright song; and then I thought of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |