The Poetical Works of Laman Blanchard With a Memoir by Blanchard Jerrold |
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THE MAGIC OF NIGHT.
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THE MAGIC OF NIGHT.
Maiden arise from the darkness of sleep,
The night is enchanted, the silence is deep;
Open thine eyelids, awake to a gleam
Brighter than ever yet burst on a dream.
The night is enchanted, the silence is deep;
Open thine eyelids, awake to a gleam
Brighter than ever yet burst on a dream.
Sweet though thy vision be, fair as a star,
Here is a vision more exquisite far;
Oh! look at yon hill, while the blue mist above
Is wreathing around it—an image of love.
Here is a vision more exquisite far;
Oh! look at yon hill, while the blue mist above
Is wreathing around it—an image of love.
Now glance below on the sparkling bay,
And the ship that severs its star-led way;
And the moon that stops, like a beautiful bride,
To look at her face in the tranquil tide.
And the ship that severs its star-led way;
And the moon that stops, like a beautiful bride,
To look at her face in the tranquil tide.
And mark how far the heaven is strewn
With courtier-clouds that worship the moon,
While others lie snowy and still through the night,
Like a myriad wings all ready for flight.
With courtier-clouds that worship the moon,
While others lie snowy and still through the night,
Like a myriad wings all ready for flight.
Earth seems an Eden unstained by crime,
So pure is the scene, and so holy the time;
Tempest is now with the winds upcurled,
And Nature and Night are alone in the world.
So pure is the scene, and so holy the time;
Tempest is now with the winds upcurled,
And Nature and Night are alone in the world.
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The numbered sands of time seem run,
And Earth and her Heaven are mingling in one,
The light, like love, is silent and deep,—
Maiden, is this an hour for sleep?
And Earth and her Heaven are mingling in one,
The light, like love, is silent and deep,—
Maiden, is this an hour for sleep?
1831.
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