Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOONLIGHT IN ITALY, by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY Poet's Biography First Line: There's not a breath the dewy leaves to stir Last Line: The sense of worship into uttered praise. Alternate Author Name(s): Stedman, Edmund Burke, Mrs. Subject(s): Italy; Moon; Italians | ||||||||
THERE'S not a breath the dewy leaves to stir; There's not a cloud to spot the sapphire sky; All Nature seems a silent worshipper: While saintly Dian, with great, argent eye, Looks down as lucid from the depths on high As she to Earth were Heaven's interpreter; Each twinkling little star shrinks back, too shy Its lesser glory to obtrude by her Who fills the concave and the world with light; And ah! the human spirit must unite In such a harmony of silent lays, Or be the only discord in this night, Which seems to pause for vocal lips to raise The sense of worship into uttered praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY |
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