THE night is clear, The sky is fair, The wave is resting on the ocean; And far and near The silent air Just lifts the flag with faintest motion. There is no gale To fill the sail, No wind to heave the curling billow; The streamers droop, And trembling stoop, Like boughs, that crown the weeping willow. From off the shore Is heard the roar Of waves in softest motion rolling; The twinkling stars, And whispering airs Are all to peace the heart controlling. The moon is bright, Her ring of light, In silver, pales the blue of Heaven, Or tints with gold, Where lightly rolled, Like fleecy snow, the rack is driven. How calm and clear The silent air! How smooth and still the glassy ocean! While stars above Seem lamps of love, To light the temple of devotion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET TO HIS GARRET by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE FOREST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 39 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE BURIAL OF ROBERT BROWNING by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY EARLY WINTER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |