WHY should it irk me, the night, After the day that is done? Stars, making distant delight, Dew-pools, instead of the sun? Soft, cool winds, and the scent Of gardens, silent and sweet; Why should I lack of content, Joys like to these at my feet? Ah, but the hours are long Ere I may haste from afar, Seeking your face like a song, Seeking your soul like a star! Winds, waters, skies, be my friend, Grant me swift sleep, and to wake Swiftly, my waiting at end, -- Dearest, be mine with daybreak! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE FRIENDS OF MINE: 5; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 38 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH A LEAVE-TAKING: 2 by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |