An hour ere dawn, when clustered stars are wan, And such a mighty silence covers all The world of sleep, which sleep still holds in thrall, And such a shadow of night is yet upon This old sea-township, whence all light hath gone, Save where the roadway lamps, symmetrical, Glint on red roof and dimly-bastioned wall,— In the deep valley, a long hour ere dawn, Only yon gleaming hill above the town, And yon gray sea, whose dying lift and lapse Along the beach murmur unceasingly,— Only those twain would seem awake. Perhaps They commune, and the mystery of the down Is gathered to the secret of the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH A KISS - BY MISTAKE by JOEL BENTON YOUR NEIGHBOR by H. HOWARD BIGGAR SPHINX-MONEY by MATHILDE BLIND LOVE'S POWER by WINIFRED LANGWORTHY BROWN |