'TIS night -- my Bark is on the Ocean, No sound I hear, no sight I see, Not even the darkened waves whose motion Still bears me, Fanny, far from thee! But from the misty skies are gleaming Two smiling stars that look, my love! As if thine eyes, though veiled, were beaming Benignly on me from above. Good night and bless thee, Fanny dearest! Nor let the sound disturb thy sleep, If, when the midnight wind thou hearest, Thy thoughts are on the distant deep: -- Thy Lover there is safe and fearless, For Heaven still guards and guides my track; Nor can my dreaming heart be cheerless, For still to thee 'tis wafted back. 'Tis sweet on the benighted billow, To trust in Him whom all adore; 'Tis sweet to think that from her pillow Her prayers for me shall Fanny pour. The winds, self-lullabied, are dozing, The winking stars withdraw their light. Fanny! methinks thine eyes are closing -- Bless thee, my love! good night, good night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 6 by EZRA POUND TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN CIVILL WARR by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS TO THE DECEASED AUTHOR, UPON THE PROMISCUOUS PRINTING OF HIS POEMS by THOMAS BROWNE THE HEART OF VENICE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |