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...SOTTO VOCE; TO EDWARD THOMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HUDSON by GEORGE SIDNEY HELLMAN EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |