WHITE-NIGHTS, White-Nights, ah, name that stirs hushed singing In quivering thoughts, hid wings in heat-dimmed trees, What of that low cool lily-garden clinging Within the beech-wood's edge near clematis? White-Nights, your dove-lulled peace, Your privet-scented shade for us is o'er, And, though we gather now your lovely bringing, White-Nights, White-Nights, we come to you no more. Ah, sister of the stars, by those tranced ways, Still as a pale pool greets the dawn-touched dew, Those ways of wonder came your litten face -- White as a flushed flower seen the dew-thrill through, Some flower whose deepening hue Seems life made strong by kind acceptable pain. O, little valley of our silent days, White-Nights, White-Nights, you live in us again. How many passions in the world's dead years Have gone to work the miracle of your eyes, What longings changeless through still, bygone tears, What raptures starry with low happy cries? Faint unknown mysteries, I claim them too since in you I have part; In this fulfilment each old joy appears, And their grey tears drop softly in my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW POEMS ON THE SLAVE TRADE: 6 by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |