The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
Longfellow.
The dying light pales slowly in the west;
The shadowy silent presence of the night
Is stealing on to still the world's unrest,
And one by one the myriad stars shine bright,
From her dim realm in calm serenity,
The goddess of the night with peaceful grace
Lifting her pallid, gleaming shield on high,
In regal grandeur takes her silent place.
And through the dimness vast, Night seems to say
In, whispers low, "Fear not my shadow, Death;
For as from earth I bear thy thoughts away
To dreamland for a space; so when thy wreath
Of life is wrought, cold Death shall close thine eyes
And bear thee to eternal Paradise."
First published in The Queenslander, 7 May 1892;
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892
Note: this poem in the fifth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
And its shadows shall appear
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
Longfellow.
The dying light pales slowly in the west;
The shadowy silent presence of the night
Is stealing on to still the world's unrest,
And one by one the myriad stars shine bright,
From her dim realm in calm serenity,
The goddess of the night with peaceful grace
Lifting her pallid, gleaming shield on high,
In regal grandeur takes her silent place.
And through the dimness vast, Night seems to say
In, whispers low, "Fear not my shadow, Death;
For as from earth I bear thy thoughts away
To dreamland for a space; so when thy wreath
Of life is wrought, cold Death shall close thine eyes
And bear thee to eternal Paradise."
First published in The Queenslander, 7 May 1892;
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892
Note: this poem in the fifth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
