NIGHT goes hurrying over Like sweeping clouds; The birds are nested; their song is silent. The wind says oo -- oo -- oo -- through the trees For their lullaby. The moon shines down on the sleeping birds. My cottage roof is like a sheet of silk Spun like a cobweb. My apple-trees are bare as the oaks in the forest; When the moon shines I see no leaves. I am alone and very quiet Hoping the moon may say something Before long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MORAL WARFARE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONG OF YOUTH by LULU PIPER AIKEN POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE |