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Poem
July 9, 1846
Port Gibson Herald
Port Gibson, Claiborne County, Mississippi
What is this article about?
A lyrical ode exploring night's roles: rest after labor, dreams blending truth and fancy, intellectual pursuit, mourning lost joys, stargazing with homesickness, and regretful reflection.
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POETRY.
NIGHT.
Night—is the time for rest—
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose—
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Upon our own delighted bed!
Night—is the time for dreams—
The gay romance of life
When truth that is, and truth that seems,
Blend in fantastic strife—
Ah! visions less beguiling far
Than waking dreams by daylight are!
Night—is the time for toil—
To plough the classic field.
Intend to find the buried spoil
Its wealthy furrows yield.
Till all is ours that sages taught
That poets sang, or heroes wrought!
Night—is the time too weep—
To wet with unseen tears
Those groves of memory, where sleep
The joys of other years;
Hopes that were angels in their birth
But perish'd young like things of earth!
Night—is the time to watch—
On ocean's dark expanse,
To hail the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance,
That brings unto the home-sick mind
All we have lov'd and left behind!
Night—is the time for care—
Brooding on hours misspent,
To see the spectre of despair,
Come to our lonely tent;
Like Brutus 'midst his slumbering host,
Startled by Caesar's stalwart ghost.
NIGHT.
Night—is the time for rest—
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose—
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Upon our own delighted bed!
Night—is the time for dreams—
The gay romance of life
When truth that is, and truth that seems,
Blend in fantastic strife—
Ah! visions less beguiling far
Than waking dreams by daylight are!
Night—is the time for toil—
To plough the classic field.
Intend to find the buried spoil
Its wealthy furrows yield.
Till all is ours that sages taught
That poets sang, or heroes wrought!
Night—is the time too weep—
To wet with unseen tears
Those groves of memory, where sleep
The joys of other years;
Hopes that were angels in their birth
But perish'd young like things of earth!
Night—is the time to watch—
On ocean's dark expanse,
To hail the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance,
That brings unto the home-sick mind
All we have lov'd and left behind!
Night—is the time for care—
Brooding on hours misspent,
To see the spectre of despair,
Come to our lonely tent;
Like Brutus 'midst his slumbering host,
Startled by Caesar's stalwart ghost.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Death Mourning
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Night
Rest
Dreams
Toil
Memory
Homesickness
Regret
Poem Details
Title
Night.
Subject
Meditations On The Aspects Of Night
Key Lines
Night—Is The Time For Rest—
How Sweet, When Labors Close,
To Gather Round An Aching Breast
The Curtain Of Repose—
Stretch The Tired Limbs, And Lay The Head
Upon Our Own Delighted Bed!