Night
All from the light of the sweet moon Tired men lie now abed; Actionless, full of visions, soon Vanishing, soon sped. The starry night aflock with beams Of crystal light scarce stirs: Only its birds - the cocks, the streams, Call 'neath heaven's wanderers. All silent; all hearts still; Love, cunning, fire fallen low: When faint morn straying on the hill Sighs, and his soft airs flow.
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"All from the light of the sweet moon..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "Night"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...