A Song To the Night
(Triolet)
~Tribute to “Hymn to the Night” By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls.
Felt her presence compelled the light.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Spelt at her feet old'n rhymes so bright.
And layer'd stars pieced her celestial walls.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls.
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2008
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