[Editor: This poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton was published in Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics (1908).]
Night
Night brings the bird to its nest,
And cools the hot lips of the flower;
She opens the fans of the bat,
And beckons the moon o’er the tower.
She breathes on the wings of the soul,
Till they sweep from the fetters and bars
And float o’er the meadows of space,
And brood on the breast of the stars.
Lips sweet with the message of peace,
Hands kind to the troubles of men,
To me give the wings of the dream
So I find my beloved again.
Source:
Mary E. Fullerton, Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics, Melbourne: Thomas C. Lothian, 1908, p. 52
Editor’s notes:
fetter = a chain, manacle, or shackle placed around a prisoner’s ankle; something which confines or restrains; to put fetters upon; to confine, restrain, or restrict (usually used in the plural form: fetters)
o’er = (archaic) over (pronounced the same as “oar”, “or”, and “ore”)
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