'TIS midnight the lone mountains on -- The East is fleck'd with cloudy bars, And, gliding through them one by one, The moon walks up her path of stars -- The light upon her placid brow Received from fountains unseen now. And happiness is mine to-night, Thus springing from an unseen fount; And breast and brain are warm with light, With midnight round me on the mount -- Its rays, like thine, fair Dian, flow From far that Western star below. Dear mother! in thy love I live; The life thou gav'st flows yet from thee -- And, sun-like, thou hast power to give Life to the earth, air, sea, for me! Though wandering, as this moon above, I'm dark without thy constant love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR |