Along the wimpling stream Tenebrous shadows creep; Fast falls the night upon The bosom of the deep; O'er vale and mountain steep By vagrant winds caressed, The sun long since has set Low in the west. Upon thy pillow, Sweet, Coquettest thou with sleep? The silence creeps apace . . . Good night! Good night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CAVALIER TUNES: MARCHING ALONG by ROBERT BROWNING TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |