I see thee, moon, in thy high heavenly garden; Thou walkest like a maid among her flowers. But thou art not more beautiful, I ween, Than she who gave herself to me to-night Within an earthly garden.--Perhaps she sleeps. O elves unseen, and far away from me, Who dance upon the shore; and fairies, who Enamel green hill-tops with little rings Where merry balls are held; and all ye sylphs Inhabiting dark shades and rustling bowers; Ye naiads who make silver streams your haunts, And ye aerial ones who chant high songs Against the twinkling of the lyric stars: From distant vales and hills of Greece o'erskip The intervening countries at a bound Ye ancient deities--if ye be dead, Let your ghosts rise from flowery sepulchres, Or coral tombs beneath the blue Aegean: Ye little dwarfs and legendary people In forest black, or by the oft-sung Rhine, Or in the moonless caves of furthest Thule, Desert your homes to-night: and all together, Quaint, lovely, beauteous, delicate, and droll, Troop to my lady's chamber: be her dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIFE [AND DEATH] by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO A CATY-DID by PHILIP FRENEAU GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE TWO RABBIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |