THE sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo's sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky. Who would "go parading" In London, "and masquerading," On such a night of June With that beautiful soft half-moon, And all these innocent blisses? On such a night as this is! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL WINTER RAIN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MY DREAM OF THE NEW YEAR by OLIVA WARD BUSH ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |