'Tis sweet at hush of night By the calm moon to wander, And view those isles of light That float so far beyond her, In that wide sea Whose waters free Can find no shore to bound them, On whose calm breast Pure spirits rest With all their glory round them; Oh! that my soul, all free, From bonds of earth might sever; Oh! that those isles might be Her resting place for ever. When all those glorious spheres The watch of Heaven are keeping, And dews, like angels' tears, Around are gently weeping; Oh, who is he That carelessly On virtue's bounds encroaches, But then will feel Upon him steal Their silent, sweet reproaches? Oh! that my soul, all free, From bonds of earth might sever; Oh! that those isles might be Her resting-place for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE SINCERITIES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |