Ah, of those better tides of dark and melancholy—
When one's abroad, in a field-the night very deep, very holy;
The turf very sodden a-foot, walking heavy—the small ring of light,
O' the lanthorn one carries, a-swinging to left and to right,
Revealing a flicker of hedgerow, a flicker of rushes —and Night
Ev'rywhere; ev'rywhere sleep and a hushing to sleep—
I know that I never shall utter the uttermost secrets aright,
They lie so deep.
I am busy working to bring Ford Madox Hueffer's "Night Piece" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Ford Madox Hueffer's life and contributions to literature.
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