Soft as a flash of summer light, A thrill of music sweet Breathed somewhat in the ear of Night, And died along the street. Gray Night, it said, from amorous tongue, From minstrel, and from bird, Since first thy heaven with stars was hung What carols thou hast heard! If only we could call the ghost Of each forgotten strain! If all the silver-sounding host Made melody again! If every song whose magic made Yon stars more deeply burn, Then fled and withered like a shade, Could like a shade return! I who would bid the Lovely stay, I who would bind the Fair; Even as I plead I pass away, And go I know not where. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP IN THE NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 19. TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |