LIGHTED by the lady moon, Breezes blow and aspens quiver, By the stream's enchanted tune Singing to the distant river, Walks Cecilia. Such an hour for love and song, Lover's kiss and maiden's laughter. Who would wish the night less long Or fail to weep it back hereafter? Sighs Cecilia. Neath the aspen moves a shade,— Shadow dark! The saints defend her! Any lass would fly afraid On the wings that fear would lend her! Smiles Cecilia. Who would brave the shaping gloom, Hiding form and hidden face, Phantom arms that would entomb, Who dares go to that embrace?— Why, Cecilia. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 6. A WIFE WAITS by THOMAS HARDY EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON THE OLD HOKUM BUNCOMBE by ROBERT EMMET SHERWOOD ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE EVE OF DEPARTURE FROM O-- by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |