To Night
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792 to 1822
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Swiftly walk over the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave,
Where all the and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,
Which make thee terrible and dear,—
Swift thy flight!
Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
Star-inwrought!
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;
her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wand—
Come, long sought!
When I arose and saw dawn,
I sigh'd for thee;
When light rode high, and the dew was gone,
And noon lay heavy flower and tree,
And the weary Day turned to rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest,
I sighed thee.
Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Wouldst me?
Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
Murmured like noon-tide bee,
Shall I nestle near thy side?
Wouldst me?—And I replied,
No, not thee!
Death come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon—
will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would ask the boon
I ask of thee, belovèd Night—
be thine approaching flight,
Come soon, soon!