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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:
- The Light from Within
- To the Hummingbird
- To the Fossil Flower
- The Poor
- 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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