THE Midnight wooed the Morning-Star, And prayed her: "Love come nearer; Your swinging coldly there afar To me but makes you dearer!" The Morning-Star was pale with dole As said she, low replying: "Oh, lover mine, soul of my soul, For you I too am sighing. "But One ordained when we were born, In spite of Love's insistence, That Night might only view the Morn Adoring at a distance." But as she spoke the jealous Sun Across the heavens panted. "Oh, whining fools," he cried, "have done; Your wishes shall be granted!" He hurled his flaming lances far; The twain stood unaffrighted -- And Midnight and the Morning-Star Lay down in death united! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE PUCK'S SWEETHEART by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WANDERING JEW by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER PSALM 74 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MY DELIGHT by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: FATALITY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |