I hugged the great body of the night close to me, then closer. The moon was round, and silvery pale; Heaven held a horde of stars, challenging, challenging -- beyond -- Dear God, I would not lift Thy veil. O, mystic night I cannot hold you close enough, I am part of the moon in her pale white hood, Part of the stars, the clouds, the silence beyond -- The veil is Thine -- I would not, if I could. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 6; AUGUST 13, 1643 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION |