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The Night Is Still

About this Poem 

“The Night Is Still” was published in Thomas’s book Lyrics and Sonnets (Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1887).

The Night Is Still

Edith Matilda Thomas

The night is still, the moon looks kind,
    The dew hangs jewels in the heath,
An ivy climbs across thy blind,
    And throws a light and misty wreath.

The dew hangs jewels in the heath,
    Buds bloom for which the bee has pined;
I haste along, I quicker breathe,
    The night is still, the moon looks kind.

Buds bloom for which the bee has pined,
    The primrose slips its jealous sheath,
As up the flower-watched path I wind
    And come thy window-ledge beneath.

The primrose slips its jealous sheath,—
    Then open wide that churlish blind,
And kiss me through the ivy wreath!
    The night is still, the moon looks kind.
 

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.