LITTLE sleeping and much grieving, -- the traveller Rises at midnight and looks back towards home. The sands are bright with moonlight that joins the shores; The sail is white with dew that has covered the boat. Nearing the sea, the river grows broader and broader: Approaching autumn, the nights longer and longer. Thirty times we have slept amid mists and waves, And still we have not reached Hang-chow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING LOVERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER FROM THE DARK TOWER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY THE RIVER-MERCHANT'S WIFE: A LETTER by LI PO ELEGIAC SONNET: 7. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN THE STORY OF ZERBIN AND ISABELLA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO |