The star-filled seas are smooth to-night From France to England strown; Black towers above the Portland light The felon-quarried stone. On yonder island, not to rise, Never to stir forth free, Far from his folk a dead lad lies That once friends with me. Lie you easy, dream you light, And sleep you fast for aye; And luckier may you find the night Than ever you found the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL THE HERETIC: 3. MOCKERY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES THE BUBBLE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |