WAKING by night, a great and tender thought Rolled in upon my soul; I seemed to see Millions of men of high and low degree, Women and children small, -- all overwrought With labor, sin or weakness, or distraught Through passion's power, -- in deep tranquillity, With placid breasts and breath that issued free, As if they lay at peace, regretting naught. And O it was a wonderful mild sight, Those helpless forms of all God's creatures there, Worldings and saints, alike as dove and dove, Resuming innocence and lost delight, All quieted and with sleep's magic fair, One in the Father's watch and ward of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 1 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TERRIBLE SONNETS: 3 by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON EPIPHANIE CAROL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |