My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle,
By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard,
Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood --
And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone,
And in the dark, your eyes shine like the precious stones,
And smile to me, and hear I the voice:
My friend, my sweetest friend.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top Alexander Pushkin Poems
Analysis and Comments on The Night
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem The Night here.