The Starlight Night
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!—Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.Buy then! bid then!—What?—Prayer, patience, aims, vows.Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs!Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows!These are indeed the barn; withindoors houseThe shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouseChrist home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows.
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