THE sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale, Come, so ye wake the nightingale. Make haste to mount, thou wistful moon, Make haste to wake the nightingale: Let silence set the world in tune To hearken to that wordless tale Which warbles from the nightingale. O herald skylark, stay thy flight One moment, for a nightingale Floods us with sorrow and delight. To-morrow thou shalt hoist the sail; Leave us to-night the nightingale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MAHMOUD by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT |