I love thee, mournful, sober-suited Night! When the faint moon, yet lingering in her wane, And veil'd clouds, with pale uncertain light Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main. In deep depression sunk, the enfeebled mind Will to the deaf cold elements complain, And tell the embosom'd grief, however vain, To sullen surges and the viewless wind. Tho' no repose on thy dark breast I find, I still enjoy thee -- cheerless as thou art; For in thy quiet gloom the exhausted heart Is calm, tho' wretched; hopeless, yet resign'd. While to the winds and waves its sorrows given, May reach -- tho' lost on earth -- the ear of Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TWO BEREAVED by THOMAS ASHE A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER S. MATTHIAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT QUATORZAINS: 3. RIVULETS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BOAR'S HILL; OCTOBER, 1919 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN GOD'S BLESSINGS by WILLIAM CORNISH ODE UPON OCCASION OF A COPY OF VERSES OF MY LORD BROGHILL'S by ABRAHAM COWLEY |