LIKE dark dreams stand the houses, Stretched out in lengthened row; And shrouded close in my mantle I silently by them go. The bell of the Cathedral Chimes midnight from above; I know, with charms and kisses, Now waits for me my Love. The moon is my companion, Who kindly leadeth me; At last I reach her dwelling, And cry out joyfully: "Old Confidante, I thank thee That thou hast lit my way! Shine on, now that I leave thee, And lend the rest thy ray! "And should'st thou find a lover, Who lonely makes his moan, Give him the same dear comfort That I, of old, have known." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL by JOHN DRYDEN SONNET: 102 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |