So the slim Moon, a young girl, shines upon The forest and its nodding ridge, and stream That cleaves with fainter silver the prone earth; The Moon, as fatal-fair as Desdemona, Pouring her brightness over all the valley Smiles and makes other moons of stream and weir. And now the Moor, a deep and sudden cloud, Risen up out of the East on moody winds, Dilating, smothers her loveliness with his fear, Darkens her innocent look—and all is gone That made night happy, all that made the woods, The stream, the clefted darkness brim with light: As sudden anger blinds for ever love, And all that stays is grief for all that's gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FIVE SOULS by WILLIAM NORMAN EWER UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH |