Soft, shadowy moon-beam! by the light
Sleeps the wide meer serenely pale:
How various are the sounds of night,
Borne on the scarely-rising gale!
The swell of distant brook is heard,
Whose far-off waters faintly roll;
And piping of the shrill small bird,
Arrested by the wandring owl.
Come hither! let us thread with care
The maze of this green path, which binds
The beauties of the broad parterre,
And thro yon fragrant alley winds.
Or on this old bench will we sit,
Round which the clustring woodine wreathes;
While birds of night around us flit;
And thro each lavish wood-walk breathes,
Unto my ravishd senses, brought
From yon thick-woven odorous bowers,
The still rich breeze, with incense fraught
Of glowing fruits and spangled flowers.
The whispering leaves, the gushing stream,
Where trembles the uncertain moon,
Suit more the poets pensive dream,
Than all the jarring notes of noon.
Then, to the thickly-crowded mart
The eager sons of interest press;
Then, shine the tinsel works of art
Now, all is Natures loneliness!
Then, wealth aloft in state displays
The glittering of her gilded cars;
Now, dimly stream the mingled rays
Of yon far-twinkling, silver stars.
Yon church, whose cold grey spire appears
In the black outline of the trees,
Conceals the object of my tears,
Whose form in dreams my spirit sees.
There in the chilling bed of earth,
The chancels letterd stone above
There sleepeth she who gave me birth,
Who taught my lips the hymn of love!
Yon mossy stems of ancient oak,
So widely crownd with sombre shade,
Those neer have heard the woodmans stroke
Their solemn, secret depths invade.
How oft the grassy way Ive trod
That winds their knotty boles between,
And gatherd from the blooming sod
The flowers that flourishd there unseen!
Rise! let us trace that path once more,
While oer our track the cold beams shine;
Down this low shingly vale, and oer
Yon rude rough bridge of prostrate pine.
The Walk At Midnight
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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