M SONNET TO NIGHT. YSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? 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 Within thy beams, O Sun? or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind? Why do we then shun death, with anxious strife? If Light can thus deceive wherefore not Life? -Joseph Blanco White. GOOD-NIGHT. OOD-NIGHT! Go 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. Good-Night! Slumber till the morning light! Brings its sorrow with its ray. Our Father wakes! good-night! good-night! WOW beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, H zephyr's in ear, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, A metaphor of peace; - all form a scene -Percy Bysshe Shelley. |