If ever any night walked down the sky, Scattering starlight with her gleaming hand, Walker in wet flowers and cool sand, Drawing wind and moon and rose leaves by, And my heart did not leap in joy at her Loveliness incredible, and grow Insane with love of her, I do not know The night, nor ever did the night occur. Folly it is to love one thing so well, Wiser it were to cherish two or three, But the night's call is irresistible, Wind and moon and stars are the lords of me. Folly it is, but I am a foolish one, Loving the stars, hating the noonday sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETASTER: SONG (4) by BEN JONSON ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE PAN IN WALL STREET by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS |