Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the night, Since kind or chance gives both one livery: Both sadly black, both blackly darkened be, Night barred from sun, thou from thy own sun's light. Silence in both displays his sullen might; Slow heaviness in both holds one degree, That full of doubts, thou of perplexity; Thy tears express night's native moisture right. In both a mazeful solitariness: In night, of sprites the ghastly powers stir, In thee, or sprites, or sprited ghastliness, But, but, alas, night's side the odds hath, far, For that at length yet doth invite some rest, Thou, though still tired, yet still dost it detest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |