I have loved wind and light, And the bright sea, But, holy and most secret Night, Not as I love and have loved thee. God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made. Love, that knows all things well, Loves the night best; Joys whereof daylight dares not tell Are his, and the diviner rest. And Life, whom day shows plain His prison-bars, Feels the close walls and the hard chain Fade when the darkness brings the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE by GEORGE ROBERT SIMS MUSIC OF HUNGARY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH A SONNET FOR THE EARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |