THE last-lighted windows have darkened, The last courting pair have gone home; And moon and wind and the little shriek-owl All over the country roam. The chimneys and roofs of the village Like a mystical figure are drawn On a cloud's white veil that sleeps and shines From the church to the sign of the Swan. Between blue and silver the by-road Runs, hides and again gleams free; The moon seems loitering, like the wind That kisses the hawthorn tree. Far glistens that tree in the meadow, But the spirit of love hither borne In glimmerings and sighings, O can such a joy Be the wind in the moonlit thorn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK: FIT 3. THE BAKER'S TALE by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB PETER'S DENIAL OF HIS MASTER by JOHN BYROM TO MISTRESS KATHERNE NEVILLE, ON HER GREEN SICKNESS by THOMAS CAREW |