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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NIGHT FANCY, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: This tide of night that surges slowly Last Line: They are the grim old monks. Subject(s): Clergy; Monasteries; Monks; Prayer; Priests; Rabbis; Ministers; Bishops; Abbeys | |||
THIS tide of night that surges slowly Over the orchard walls Seems the return of glooms once holy In the monastic halls. This bell whose chimes are sweetly winging Across the evening hour Is as an old bell softly ringing In the monastic tower. And these dim forms that in the garden Are night-cowled apple-trunks Seem to be penitents praying pardon — They are the grim old monks. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEMBLABLES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD NETLEY ABBEY; A LEGEND OF HAMPSHIRE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ELEGY ON NEWSTEAD ABBEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NEWSTEAD ABBEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONNET WRITTEN IN A RUINOUS ABBEY by SUSAN EVANCE WRITTEN AT NETLEY ABBEY by SUSAN EVANCE THE ABBEY MASON (WITH MEMORIES OF JOHN HICKS, ARCHITECT) by THOMAS HARDY A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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