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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE NIGHT-WIND, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In summer's mellow midnight Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis | |||
In summer's mellow midnight, āàA cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, āàAnd rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing; āàThe soft wind waved my hair; It told me heaven was glorious, āàAnd sleeping earth was fair. I needed not its breathing āàTo bring such thoughts to me; But still it whispered lowly, āàHow dark the woods will be! 'The thick leaves in my murmur āàAre rustling like a dream, And all their myriad voices āàInstinct with spirit seem.' I said, 'Go, gentle singer, āàThy wooing voice is kind: But do not think its music āàHas power to reach my mind. 'Play with the scented flower, āàThe young tree's supple bough, And leave my human feelings āàIn their own course to flow.' The wanderer would not heed me; āàIts kiss grew warmer still. 'O come!' it sighed so sweetly; āà'I'll win thee 'gainst thy will. 'Were we not friends from childhood? āàHave I not loved thee long? As long as thou, the solemn night, āàWhose silence wakes my song. 'And when thy heart is resting āàBeneath the church-aisle stone, I shall have time for mourning, āàAnd 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 IN SUMMER'S MELLOW MIDNIGHT 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 |
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