I have loved wind and light, And the bright sea, But, holy and most secret Night, Not as I love and have loved thee. God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made. Love, that knows all things well, Loves the night best; Joys whereof daylight dares not tell Are his, and the diviner rest. And Life, whom day shows plain His prison-bars, Feels the close walls and the hard chain Fade when the darkness brings the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A SUMMER NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS by WILLIAM BLAKE LINES TO JULIA M --; SENT WITH A COPY OF THE AUTHOR'S POEMS by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE SETTLER'S CHRISTMAS EVE by ALICE CARY THE OLD SPRING by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |