Jones Very (Джонс Вери)

Night

I thank thee, Father, that the night is near
When I this conscious being may resign;
Whose only task thy words of love to hear,
And in thy acts to find each act of mine;
A task too great to give a child like me,
The myriad-handed labors of the day,
Too many for my closing eyes to see,
Thy words too frequent for my tongue to say;
Yet when thou see'st me burthened by thy love,
Each other gift more lovely then appears,
For dark-robed night comes hovering from above,
And all thine other gifts to me endears;
And while within her darkened couch I sleep,
Thine eyes untired above will constant vigils keep.

Jones Very’s other poems:

  1. The Light from Within
  2. To the Hummingbird
  3. To the Fossil Flower
  4. The Poor
  5. Nature

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Night (“I love the silent hour of night”)
  • William Morris (Уильям Моррис) Night (“I am Night: I bring again”)
  • Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) Night (“From sleepless work, and a ne’er-setting sun”)
  • George Russell (Джордж Расселл) Night (“HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose”)
  • William Browne (Уильям Броун) Night (“Now great Hyperion left his golden throne”)
  • Henry Longfellow (Генри Лонгфелло) Night (“Into the darkness and the hush of night”)
  • Charles Heavysege (Чарльз Хевиседж) Night (“‘Tis solemn darkness; the sublime of shade”)
  • Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Night (“Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day”)
  • James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Night (“HE cried out through the night”)
  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Night (“As some dusk mother shields from all alarms”)
  • Lucy Montgomery (Люси Монтгомери) Night (“A pale enchanted moon is sinking low”)




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