Sidney Lanier

(1842-1881 / Macon / Georgia)

Night And Day - Poem by Sidney Lanier

The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.
O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed!
-- Put out the light, said he.

A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has vanished in the unknown Shade.
-- She's dead, she's dead, said he.

Now, in a wild, sad after-mood
The tawny Night sits still to brood
Upon the dawn-time when he wooed.
-- I would she lived, said he.

Star-memories of happier times,
Of loving deeds and lovers' rhymes,
Throng forth in silvery pantomimes.
-- Come back, O Day! said he.

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  • (4/6/2016 7:03:00 AM)

    The innocent, sweet day is dead
    Dark night hath slain her in her bed.
    Amazing imagery.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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