
Hearing chimes mark the passing hour at night, the speaker imagines the constellations moving and almost hears them sing. The speaker prefers wakefulness to sleep, picturing the slumbering world sinking like a ship beneath the vast starry sky.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Sonnet, Lyric Poetry, Meditative Poetry · 158 words
Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night / Salute the passing hour, and in the dark / And silent chambers of the household mark / The movements of the myriad orbs of light! / Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, / I see the constellations in the arc / Of their great circles moving on, and hark! / I almost hear them singing in their flight. / Better than sleep it is to lie awake / O'er-canopied by the vast starry dome / Of the immeasurable sky; to feel / The slumbering world sink under us, and make / Hardly an eddy, -- a mere rush of foam / On the great sea beneath a sinking keel.
night · constellations · wakefulness · sonnet
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