MYS SONNET TO NIGHT. YSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet, 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, And lo! creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind? wherefore not Life? -Joseph Blanco White. G GOOD-NIGHT. OOD-NIGHT! Be thy cares forgotten quite! Go to rest! Close thine eyes in slumber blest! Hear we but the watchman's call, And the night is still and blest. Go to rest! Good-Night! Slumber till the morning light! Brings its sorrow with its ray. Our Father wakes! good-night! good-night! H NIGHT. WOW beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, So stainless, that their white and glittering spires A metaphor of peace; all form a scene -Percy Bysshe Shelley. |