The grey and misty night, Slim trees that hold the night among Their branches, and, along The vague Embankment, light on light The sudden, racing lights! I can just hear, distinct, aloof, The gaily clattering hoof Beating the rhythm of festive nights. The gardens to the weeping moon Sigh back the breath of tears. O the refrain of years on years 'Neath the weeping moon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 8. BAUCIS AND PHILEMON by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE WEDDED (PROVENCAL AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |