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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MUSIC OF THE NIGHT, by JOHN NEAL First Line: There are harps that complain to the presence of night Last Line: And rival minstrels meet. | |||
THERE are harps that complain to the presence of night, To the presence of night alone -- In a near and unchangeable tone -- Like winds, full of sound, that go whispering by, As if some immortal had stooped from the sky, And breathed out a blessing -- and flown! Yes! harps that complain to the breezes of night, To the breezes of night alone; Growing fainter and fainter, as ruddy and bright The sun rolls aloft in his drapery of light, Like a conqueror, shaking his brilliant hair And flourishing robe, on the edge of the air! Burning crimson and gold On the clouds that unfold, Breaking onward in flame, while an ocean divides On his right and his left. So the Thunderer rides, When he cuts a bright path through the heaving tides, Rolling on, and erect, in a charioting throne! Yes! strings that lie still in the gushing of day, That awake, all alive, to the breezes of night; There are hautboys and flutes too, forever at play When the evening is near, and the sun is away, Breathing out the still hymn of delight; These strings by invisible fingers are played -- By spirits, unseen and unknown, But thick as the stars, all this music is made; And these flutes, alone, In one sweet dreamy tone, Are ever blown, Forever and forever. The live-long night ye hear the sound, Like distant waters flowing round In ringing caves, while heaven is sweet With crowding tunes, like halls Where fountain-music falls, And rival minstrels meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG SOMETIME by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH |
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