I READ far into the silent night The book of a bard unknown, And, rapt in the songs he did indite, Forgot to write my own; But the time he has stolen from my Muse His shall give back to me When, stirred by the gain I can never lose, I hold them in memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE STORM by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 25. AL-MUHIZZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |