Look, where the northern streamers wave and fold, Bluish and green and gold, At the far corner of the quiet land, Moved by an unseen hand! Some one has drawn the curtains of the night, And taken away the light. It is so still I cannot hear a sound, Except the mighty bound Your little heart makes beating in your side, And the first sob of tide, When the sea turns from ebb far down the shore To his old task once more. O surging, stifling heart, have all your will, In the blue night and still! Love till the Hand folds up the firmament, And the last stars are spent! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER JAY A-PASS'D by WILLIAM BARNES CHANT OF DEPARTURE; A MISSIONARY'S PRAYER by ALFRED BARRETT URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: GOD IS MY WITNESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |