'TIS night -- my Bark is on the Ocean, No sound I hear, no sight I see, Not even the darkened waves whose motion Still bears me, Fanny, far from thee! But from the misty skies are gleaming Two smiling stars that look, my love! As if thine eyes, though veiled, were beaming Benignly on me from above. Good night and bless thee, Fanny dearest! Nor let the sound disturb thy sleep, If, when the midnight wind thou hearest, Thy thoughts are on the distant deep: -- Thy Lover there is safe and fearless, For Heaven still guards and guides my track; Nor can my dreaming heart be cheerless, For still to thee 'tis wafted back. 'Tis sweet on the benighted billow, To trust in Him whom all adore; 'Tis sweet to think that from her pillow Her prayers for me shall Fanny pour. The winds, self-lullabied, are dozing, The winking stars withdraw their light. Fanny! methinks thine eyes are closing -- Bless thee, my love! good night, good night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 6. THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU MONCH AND JUNGFRAU by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG THURSDAY IN HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |