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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GLOUCESTER NIGHTS, by ELIZABETH HART PENNELL
First Line: So often on a night like this
Last Line: Upon a night like this.
Subject(s): Gloucestershire, England; Wellesley College
First Line: So often on a night like this
Last Line: Upon a night like this.
Subject(s): Gloucestershire, England; Wellesley College
SO often on a night like this
I think of Gloucester town.
How warm a light fell on the sea
As the great sun went down.
How red the western windows shone
In every cottage wall.
How white was every narrow street,
What silence covered all.
We went by meadows to the cliff,
And there we used to lie
To watch the creeping, creeping tide,
To watch the darkening sky.
Then home by lilac-scented roads
And at the door -- one kiss.
I often think of Gloucester moors
Upon a night like this.
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