THE moon has left the sky, love, The stars are hiding now, And frowning on the world, love, Night bares her sable brow. The snow is on the ground, love, And cold and keen the air is. I 'm singing here to you, love; You 're dreaming there in Paris. But this is Nature's law, love, Though just it may not seem, That men should wake to sing, love, While maidens sleep and dream. Them care may not molest, love, Nor stir them from their slumbers, Though midnight find the swain, love, Still halting o'er his numbers. I watch the rosy dawn, love, Come stealing up the east, While all things round rejoice, love, That Night her reign has ceased. The lark will soon be heard, love, And on his way be winging; When Nature's poets wake, love, Why should a man be singing? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH WESTWARD HO! by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |