O SWEET darkness, still, and calm, and lonely! Spread thy downy pinions round about. Spare me from thy hidden riches only One dream-face; blot all the others out. Bring him now, for thou hast power to free him, From that ugly garb he wears by day; Bring him now -- my darling! -- let me see him Ere the tender kindness pass away. O sweet night-winds, wandering in the larches! Sigh, and croon, and whisper as you creep; Sing my songs through green cathedral arches, While the weary workers are asleep. Snarl and fret not of the grief and passion; Sing in minor cadence, sweet and low; Sing of peace and rest, in soft wind-fashion -- Of the love and faith I used to know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 6 by WALT WHITMAN ACHRONOS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MAY DAY GARLAND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO MY BROTHER (1) by MARY BRYAN |