Poem by Anne Brontë
I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!
And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe.
Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see,
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me.
Poem Theme: Night
Anne Brontë's other poems:
- Lines Written From Home
- The Consolation
- Mirth And Mourning
- In Memory of a Happy Day in February
- A Word To The Calvinists
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
William Morris Night ("I am Night: I bring again") Thomas Aird Night ("From sleepless work, and a ne'er-setting sun") George Russell Night ("HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose") William Browne Night ("Now great Hyperion left his golden throne") Henry Longfellow Night ("Into the darkness and the hush of night") Charles Heavysege Night ("'Tis solemn darkness; the sublime of shade") Sidney Lanier Night ("Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day") James Thomson Night ("HE cried out through the night") Jones Very Night ("I thank thee, Father, that the night is near") Ella Wilcox Night ("As some dusk mother shields from all alarms") Lucy Montgomery Night ("A pale enchanted moon is sinking low")
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