Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night Salute the passing hour, and in the dark And silent chambers of the household mark The movements of the myriad orbs of light! Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, I see the constellations in the arc Of their great circles moving on, and hark! I almost hear them singing in their flight. Better than sleep it is to lie awake O'er-canopied by the vast starry dome Of the immeasurable sky; to feel The slumbering world sink under us, and make Hardly an eddy,--a mere rush of foam On the great sea beneath a sinking keel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |