{"id":5817,"date":"2018-02-08T10:55:31","date_gmt":"2018-02-08T15:55:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/?p=5817"},"modified":"2018-02-08T10:55:31","modified_gmt":"2018-02-08T15:55:31","slug":"three-nineteenth-century-poets-on-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/2018\/02\/08\/three-nineteenth-century-poets-on-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Nineteenth-Century Poets on Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Now that we&#8217;re in the thick of the semester, we&#8217;re all lacking for a full night&#8217;s sleep. Here is what three of the English Romantics had to say about the subject of night.<\/p>\n<h3>The Sun Has Long Been Set<\/h3>\n<h5>William Wordsworth<\/h5>\n<p>The sun has long been set,<br \/>\nThe stars are out by twos and threes,<br \/>\nThe little birds are piping yet<br \/>\nAmong the bushes and trees;<br \/>\nTheres a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,<br \/>\nAnd a far-off wind that rushes,<br \/>\nAnd a sound of water that gushes,<br \/>\nAnd the cuckoos sovereign cry<br \/>\nFills all the hollow of the sky.<br \/>\nWho would go parading<br \/>\nIn London, and masquerading,&#8221;<br \/>\nOn such a night of June<br \/>\nWith that beautiful soft half-moon,<br \/>\nAnd all these innocent blisses?<br \/>\nOn such a night as this is!<\/p>\n<h3>To Night<\/h3>\n<h5>Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/h5>\n<p>I<br \/>\nSwiftly walk oer the western wave,<br \/>\nSpirit of the Night!<br \/>\nOut of the misty eastern cave,<br \/>\nWhere, all the long and lone daylight,<br \/>\nThou wovest dreams of joy and fear,<br \/>\nWhich make thee terrible and dear,<br \/>\nSwift be thy flight!<\/p>\n<p>II<br \/>\nWrap thy form in a mantle gray,<br \/>\nStar-inwrought!<br \/>\nBlind with thine hair the eyes of Day;<br \/>\nKiss her until she be wearied out,<br \/>\nThen wander oer city, and sea, and land,<br \/>\nTouching all with thine opiate wand<br \/>\nCome, long-sought!<\/p>\n<p>III<br \/>\nWhen I arose and saw the dawn,<br \/>\nI sighed for thee;<br \/>\nWhen light rode high, and the dew was gone,<br \/>\nAnd noon lay heavy on flower and tree,<br \/>\nAnd the weary Day turned to his rest,<br \/>\nLingering like an unloved guest,<br \/>\nI sighed for thee.<\/p>\n<p>IV<br \/>\nThy brother Death came, and cried,<br \/>\nWouldst thou me?<br \/>\nThy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,<br \/>\nMurmured like a noontide bee,<br \/>\nShall I nestle near thy side?<br \/>\nWouldst thou me?And I replied,<br \/>\nNo, not thee!<\/p>\n<p>V<br \/>\nDeath will come when thou art dead,<br \/>\nSoon, too soon<br \/>\nSleep will come when thou art fled;<br \/>\nOf neither would I ask the boon<br \/>\nI ask of thee, belovd Night<br \/>\nSwift be thine approaching flight,<br \/>\nCome soon, soon!<\/p>\n<h3>To Sleep<\/h3>\n<h5>John Keats<\/h5>\n<p>O soft embalmer of the still midnight!<br \/>\nShutting with careful fingers and benign<br \/>\nOur gloom-pleased eyes, embowerd from the light,<br \/>\nEnshaded in forgetfulness divine;<br \/>\nO soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,<br \/>\nIn midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,<br \/>\nOr wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws<br \/>\nAround my bed its lulling charities;<br \/>\nThen save me, or the passd day will shine<br \/>\nUpon my pillow, breeding many woes;<br \/>\nSave me from curious conscience, that still lords<br \/>\nIts strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;<br \/>\nTurn the key deftly in the oild wards,<br \/>\nAnd seal the hushd casket of my soul.<\/p>\n<p>Find the poems <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poets.org\/poetsorg\/poem\/sun-has-long-been-set\">here<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poets.org\/poetsorg\/poem\/night-0\">here<\/a>, and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poets.org\/poetsorg\/poem\/sleep-1\">here<\/a>, respectively.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now that we&#8217;re in the thick of the semester, we&#8217;re all lacking for a full night&#8217;s sleep. Here is what three of the English Romantics had to say about the subject of night. The Sun Has Long Been Set William Wordsworth The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6257,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3857,1],"tags":[197,3916],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5817"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6257"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5817"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5817\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5888,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5817\/revisions\/5888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5817"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5817"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5817"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}