The skies are strown with stars,
The streets are fresh with dew
A thin moon drifts to westward,
The night is hushed and cheerful.
My thought is quick with you.
Near windows gleam and laugh,
And far away a train
Clanks glowing through the stillness:
A great content's in all things,
And life is not in vain.
More verses by William Ernest Henley
- Largo E Mesto
- Beside The Idle Summer Sea
- Ballade Made In The Hot Weather
- Praise The Generous Gods
- Bring Her Again, O Western Wind