Geraldine, the moon is shining With so soft, so bright a ray, Seems it not that eve, declining Ushered in a fairer day? While the wind is whispering only, Far -- across the water borne Let us, in this silence lonely Sit beneath the ancient thorn -- Wild the road, and rough and dreary; Barren all the moorland round; Rude the couch that rests us weary; Mossy stone and heathy ground -- But when winter storms were meeting In the moonless midnight dome Did we heed the tempest's beating Howling round our spirits' home? No, that tree, with branches riven Whitening in the whirl of snow, As it tossed against the heaven, Sheltered happy hearts below -- And at Autumn's mild returning Shall our feet forget the way? And in Cynthia's silver morning, Geraldine, wilt thou delay? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SAD, SAD STORY by MOTHER GOOSE FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON CHRISTMAS MORNING by RICHARD BECK TO ENGLAND (2) by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE JOURNEY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN SMYTH, CHAPLAIN TO THE EARL OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |