NIGHT, of nights that were and are Tenderest, best! Bid clear moon and silvery star Aid his quest. Pledged to seek the trysting grot, He is waiting, she is not: Has her truant heart forgot To be blest? Soft winds! are a lover's sighs Kindred breath? Then, or passion-sick he lies, Save from death: Ere its last his bosom heaves, Blow aside yon masking leaves, Blabbing not, as he perceives What he saith. Breathing not her charming fright When her guile Stands unveiled, nor his delight At her smile; Guilt its penalty has brought, Yet, kind gales, pray whisper naught That she suffers (now she's caught) For a while! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON |