ALL day I read your book; at Eve Your dreams into my dark sleep stole, Through the unbroken hours to weave A picture for my soul. Now from the deep inspired night I rise, and, near and stretching far, I see the earth lie clear and bright Beneath one morning star. The great World-Spirit watching still Broods over all with folded wings, And ever down-cast eyes until The first bird wakes and sings, And through the eastern cloud the sun Breaks with a new unnumbered day And now His watching is all done -- The night has passed away. He turns toward the dawn, and I Wait as he breathes the sweet fresh air, Then with a new-born joy I cry To see His face so fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE MASTER BLACKSMITH by ARNOLD ANDREWS STELLA AND FLAVIA by MARY BARBER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 17. THE CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FORT GRISWOLD, SEPT. 6, 1781 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |