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  • By Daniel Leach

In the Deep of the Night by Daniel Leach

Twilight in the Tropics by Federich Edwin Church

In the deep of the night do my restless thoughts roam

To the moon-flooded fields of the sky,

And they search for a pure and ethereal home,

Where emotions and thoughts never die.

Where the mountains and valleys of silvery cloud

Are eternally calling to me,

And the star-written secrets their vapors enshroud

Stretch beyond, like an infinite sea!

Where the souls of the dead and the millions unborn,

All around me, suffused in soft light,

Purest colors, like jewels, my pathway adorn,

To my earth-weighted vision give sight.

And that light is a love that on earth we but guess

In our purest and loveliest dreams,

And with some higher passion those spirits caress,

Upward-drawing the soul with their beams.

For I know that among them are those I did love,

When together we walked o’er the earth,

Like a voice on the wind from the regions above,

Calling back to the place of my birth.

Daniel is a poet living in Houston, Texas. He has spent much of his life fighting for the ideals of classical culture and poetry. Read more of his poetry and writings on culture. His volume of poetry, compiling over 20 years of composition, is entitled "Voices on the Wind."

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