NIGHT works like Time: hushed is the busy street; Grey are the walls, whose yet untarnished red Glared in the sun; for shadows overspread All hues of earth, that wearied eyes may meet The restful heavens; that mortal hearts may greet Eternal truth: while darksome paths I tread, The light of other worlds is round me shed, The glow of distant aeons guides my feet. The silent stars my ecstasy control; No daring hopes, no awe-struck fears intrude Upon the calm rejoicing of the soul: From sun to sun, from age to age I climb, Until for Space I see Infinitude, And feel Eternity, where was but Time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK MY FAMILIAR by JOHN GODFREY SAXE IN MEMORIAM (EASTER 1915) by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 20. AL-'ALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |