The cool, crisp air filtered with moonlight Fluttered so gently through my curtains last night; Through the crystal clearness the stars shone down; I lay very calm in my white gown. I could think. Somewhere a bird sang; Deep in my heart, a golden bell rang. My brain cleared. Then, by moonlight released, I dropped asleep, thankful for this blessed peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BERNHARD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MY VOCATION by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO A PHOEBE-BIRD by WITTER BYNNER ON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE THOMAS EARL OF OSSORY by CHARLES COTTON |