Night is o'er England, and the winds are still; Jasmine and honeysuckle steep the air; Softly the stars that are all Europe's fill Her heaven-wide dark with radiancy fair; That shadowed moon now waxing in the west Stirs not a rumour in her tranquil seas; Mysterious sleep has lulled her heart to rest, Deep even as theirs beneath her churchyard trees. Secure, serene; dumb now the night-hawk's threat; The guns' low thunder drumming o'er the tide; The anguish pulsing in her stricken side .... All is at peace -- But, never, heart,forget: For this her youngest, best, and bravest died, These bright dews once were mixed with bloody sweat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYRMIDONES: THE WOUNDED EAGLE by AESCHYLUS ON THE DEATH OF COMMODORE OLIVER H. PERRY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE PYXIDANTHERA by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL POVERTY AND POLITICS by ROBERT BURNS |