WHAT drives thee on, in the spring's clear night? Thou hast driven the flowers all mad with fright, The violets tremble and shiver; The roses are all with shame so red, The lilies are death-pale, and hang their head, They mourn, and falter, and quiver. O darling moon, what an innocent race Those sweet flowers are! They are right in this case, I really have acted badly; Yet how could I tell that in wait she would lie, When I was addressing the stars on high, With fierce love raving so madly? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |