WHAT pleading passion of the dark Hath left the Morning pale? She listens! "'T is, alas, the Lark, And not the Nightingale! O for the gloom-encircled sphere, Whose solitary bird Outpours for Love's awakening ear What noon hath never heard!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON PREJUDICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EPIGRAM ON SCOLDING by JONATHAN SWIFT THE ROSE I GREW by JULIA S. ANDERSON |