Heart, be still of your constant agitation! Sorrow may pass on swift though fragile wings; Put joy, the while you may, upon probation, And listen, oh listen! -- a wood thrush sings. Be quiet, heart! Nights are long in December, When there are empty silences and drear; In many an hour then you may remember, But only now, a moment, may you hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI A POEM, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM LAW, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY by ROBERT BLAIR |