The Night Is Still by Edith Matilda Thomas

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend January 31, 2015   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. About This Poem   “The Night Is Still” was published in Thomas’s book Lyrics and Sonnets (Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1887).   Edith Matilda Thomas was born in Ohio in 1854. Her collections include A Winter Swallow (1896) and Fair Shadow Land (1893). She died in 1925. Poetry by Thomas   A Winter Swallow, with Other Verse (Hardpress Publishing, 2013) "Hymn to the Night" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "Mother Night" by James Weldon Johnson "Summer Night, Riverside" by Sara Teasdale Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038