THE night is full of stars, full of magnificence: The night is full of stars, full of magnificence: Nightingales hold the wood, and fragrance loads the dark. Nightingales hold the wood, and fragrance loads the dark. Behold, what fires august, what lights eternal! Hark, Behold, what fires august, what lights eternal! Hark, What passionate music poured in passionate love's defence! What passionate music poured in passionate love's defence! Breathe but the wafting wind's nocturnal frankincense! Breathe but the wafting wind's nocturnal frankincense! Only to feel this night's great heart, only to mark Only to feel this night's great heart, only to mark The splendours and the glooms, brings back the patriarch, The splendours and the glooms, brings back the patriarch, Who on Chaldean wastes found God through reverence. Who on Chald…an wastes found God through reverence. Could we but live at will upon this perfect height, Could we but always keep the passion of this peace, Could we but live at will upon this perfect height, Could we but face unshamed the look of this pure light, Could we but always keep the passion of this peace, Could we but win earth's heart, and give desire release: Could we but face unshamed the look of this pure light, Then were we all divine, and then were ours by right Could we but win earth's heart, and give desire release: These stars, these nightingales, these scents: then shame would cease. Then were we all divine, and then were ours by right These stars, these nightingales, these scents: then shame would cease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN LAMPLIGHT by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG THE LAME CHILD by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |