I left my dreamy page & sallied forth Received the fair inscriptions of the night The moon was making amber of the world Glittered with silver every cottage pane The trees were rich yet ominous with gloom the meadows broad From ferns & grasses & from folded flowers Sent a nocturnal fragrance the harlot flies Flashed their small fires in air or held their court In fairy groves of herds grass | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE LIFE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A TIME TO TALK by ROBERT FROST CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE MAY QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |