I LAY awake and listened, ere the light Began to whiten at the window pane. The world was all asleep: earth was a fane Emptied of worshipers; its dome of night, Its silent aisles, were awful in their gloom. Suddenly from the tower the bell struck four, Solemn and slow, how slow and solemn! o'er Those death-like slumberers, each within his room. The last reverberation pulsed so long It seemed no tone of earthly mould at all. But the bell woke a thrush; and with a call He roused his mate, then poured a tide of song: "Morning is coming, fresh, and clear, and blue," Said that bright song; and then I thought of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN SAN MARCO, VENEZIA by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LOST JEWEL by EMILY DICKINSON THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT THE STORY OF ZERBIN AND ISABELLA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO |