Midnight Poem by Thomas Hood

Midnight

Rating: 3.0


Unfathomable Night! how dost thou sweep
Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide
The mighty city under thy full tide;
Making a silent palace for old Sleep,
Like his own temple under the hush'd deep,
Where all the busy day he doth abide,
And forth at the late dark, outspreadeth wide
His dusky wings, whence the cold waters sweep!
How peacefully the living millions lie!
Lull'd unto death beneath his poppy spells;
There is no breath—no living stir—no cry
No tread of foot—no song—no music-call—
Only the sound of melancholy bells—
The voice of Time—survivor of them all!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 03 October 2017

It is a beautiful poem on night having stunning expression and nice collocation. Thanks to his soul and congratulations for being selected as the poem of the day.

2 0 Reply
Ruta Mohapatra 03 October 2017

Such a beautiful description of night!

1 0 Reply
Edward Kofi Louis 03 October 2017

A silent palace! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

1 0 Reply
Bernard F. Asuncion 03 October 2017

Such a great poem posted here👍👍👍

2 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

London / England
Close
Error Success