WHAT pleading passion of the dark Hath left the Morning pale? She listens! "'T is, alas, the Lark, And not the Nightingale! O for the gloom-encircled sphere, Whose solitary bird Outpours for Love's awakening ear What noon hath never heard!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE SHAPE OF THE CORONER by WALLACE STEVENS HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 3. ON RELIGION by JOHN DONNE SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL SONNET: 42 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |