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