I LEANED out from my window yesternight, And saw the whole sky luminous and pale From the moon, wrapt in a cloud's filmy veil, As when one shades a candle out of sight Behind the hollowed palm, letting the light Fall o'er the shadowed room. Across each vale The wind on tiptoe sped and shook the frail, Top branches of the pine-tree in its flight. Lady, thine eyes' eclipse hath drawn the rare White moon of joy behind a cloud, and stole Its star-tide; yet thy memory is there To shed its soft light where the shadows roll. I lean out from the window of my soul, And see my whole sky luminous and fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON DUSK ON ENGLISH BAY by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY |