The Night Is Still
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The night is still, the moon looks kind,
The dew hangs jewels in the heath,
An ivy climbs across thy blind,
And throws a light and misty wreath.
The dew hangs jewels in the heath,
Buds bloom for which the bee has pined;
I haste along, I quicker breathe,
The night is still, the moon looks kind.
Buds bloom for which the bee has pined,
The primrose slips its jealous sheath,
As up the flower-watched path I wind
And come thy window-ledge beneath.
The primrose slips its jealous sheath,-
Then open wide that churlish blind,
And kiss me through the ivy wreath!
The night is still, the moon looks kind.
About this poem
"The Night Is Still" was published in Edith Matilda Thomas' book "Lyrics and Sonnets" (Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1887).
About Edith Matilda Thomas
Edith Matilda Thomas was born in Ohio in 1854. Some of her collections include "A Winter Swallow" (1896) and "Fair Shadow Land" (1893). She died in 1925.
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