Night


Night was published in the anthology, The Oxford Book of English Verse (1900), compiled by the author Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch.
SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave,
        Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave,β€”
Where, all the long and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear
Which make thee terrible and dear,β€”
        Swift be thy flight!

Wrap thy form in a mantle grey,
        Star-inwrought!
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;
Kiss her until she be wearied out.
Then wander o'er city and sea and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wandβ€”
        Come, long-sought!

When I arose and saw the dawn,
        I sigh'd for thee;
When light rode high, and the dew was gone,
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,
And the weary Day turn'd to his rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest,
        I sigh'd for thee.

Thy brother Death came, and cried,
        'Wouldst thou me?'
Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
Murmur'd like a noontide bee,
'Shall I nestle near thy side?
Wouldst thou me?'β€”And I replied,
        'No, not thee!'

Death will come when thou art dead,
        Soon, too soonβ€”
Sleep will come when thou art fled.
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Nightβ€”
Swift be thine approaching flight,
        Come soon, soon!


Crowd Score: 0.0


πŸ“– Want to save this story? πŸ“–

Create a free account to build your personal library of favorite stories