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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN SUMMER'S MELLOW MIDNIGHT, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis | |||
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing; The soft wind waved my hair; It told me heaven was glorious, And sleeping earth was fair. I needed not its breathing To bring such thoughts to me; But still it whispered lowly, How dark the woods will be! The thick leaves in my murmur Are rustling like a dream, And all their myriad voices Instinct with spirit seem." I said, "Go, gentle singer, Thy wooing voice is kind: But do not think its music Has power to reach my mind. Play with the scented flower, The young tree's supple bough, And leave my human feelings In their own course to flow." The wanderer would not heed me; Its kiss grew warmer still. O come! it sighed so sweetly; I'll win thee 'gainst thy will. Were we not friends from childhood? Have I not loved thee long? As long as thou, the solemn night, Whose silence wakes my song. And when thy heart is resting Beneath the church-aisle stone, I shall have time for mourning, And THOU for being alone." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AH! WHY, BECAUSE THE DAZZLING SUN by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALL HUSHED AND STILL WITHIN THE HOUSE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IF GRIEF FOR GRIEF CAN TOUCH THEE by EMILY JANE BRONTE LONG NEGLECT HAS WORN AWAY by EMILY JANE BRONTE LOUD WITHOUT THE WIND WAS ROARING by EMILY JANE BRONTE NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THAT WIND I USED TO HEAR IT SWELLING by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE NIGHT IS DARKENING ROUND ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE |
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