MILD Splendour of the various-vested Night! Mother of wildly-working visions! hail! I watch thy gliding, while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil; And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind the gathered blackness lost on high; And when thou dartest from the wind-rent cloud Thy placid lightning o'er the awakened sky. Ah such is Hope! as changeful and as fair! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight; Now hid behind the dragon-winged Despair: But soon emerging in her radiant might She o'er the sorrow-clouded breast of Care Sails, like a meteor kindling in its flight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE TWELVE SONNETS: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ECLOGUE: FATHER COME HWOME by WILLIAM BARNES ECHOES OF SPRING: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND CLOUDY JUNE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |