Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Hymn to the Night

Voices of the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hymn to the Night
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Hymn to the Night [Greek quotation] I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,-- From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night! Content of Hymn to the Night [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Voices of the Night] Read next: A Psalm of Life Read previous: Prelude Table of content of Voices of the Night GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Voices of the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow