THE moonlight shimmers on the water's breast. The stars above look down like glorious eyes That view the quiet world with sad surprise; The great, wide world that lieth still at rest. The dew falls fast upon the closing flower; A distant bell chimes out the passing hour— The fleeting hour. The moonlight quivers in the grassy lane; Each flower awake within her soft green bed Uplifts her heavy, dew-wet, fragrant head, To catch the light that pours in silver rain. The wind is whisp'ring in the tree-tops high, Whose long arms seem to sweep the very sky— The starlit sky. The moonlight falls with radiance, slender, fair, Within a church-yard silent as the dead That sleep forever in their grassy bed, And touches with soft fingers everywhere. The wind is sighing on the grave's green breast, And seems to murmur: "Here alone is rest— Is perfect rest." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR ODE TO LUDLOW CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN SONNET: 19 by RICHARD BARNFIELD VILE SPRING! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER GOUZEAUCOURT: THE DECEITFUL CALM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |