How calm, how solemn, how sublime the scene! The moon in full-orbed glory sails above, And stars in myriads around her move, Each looking down with watchful eye serene On earth, which, in a snowy shroud arrayed, And still, as if in death's embrace 'twere laid, Saddens the spirit with its corpse-like mien: Yet doth it charm the eye -- its gaze still hold; Just as the face of one we loved, when cold And pale and lovely e'en in death 'tis seen, Will fix the mourner's eye, tho' trembling fears Fill all his heart, and thickly fall his tears: O, I could watch till morn should change the sight, This cold, this beautiful, this mournful Winter night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 64 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |