THE longest night of the year, they say; By four of the clock, the dark comes down, And the hills loom dim and far away, While the lights wink out in the big, vague town. And yet, O Love, of the nights I know, This night was briefest, -- so brief, so blest. For you came and gave me your heart, and so Time was nothing and darkness best! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL SONNET: 2. FEBRUARY AFTERNOON by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |