The stars were so golden and glistening; I stood by the window alone, To songs of the post-horn listening, O'er silent moorland blown. My heart within me was burning. "To travel--ah, what delight!" I thought in my secret yearning, In the glorious summer night. Two merry youths were walking By the slope of yonder hill. I heard their singing and talking, When all about was still: Of woodlands murmuring mildly, Ravines from the dizziest height, Of waterfalls that wildly Pour into the forest's night. They sang of marble shining, Of garden walls o'er-grown, Where vines are rampantly twining, Of moon-lit palaces lone, Where maids at the windows are rousing The music from lutes with delight, Where murmuring fountains are drowsing In the glorious summer night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DANTE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ABBEY ASAROE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |