Aspasie, trillistos. I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace!
Peace!
Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night!
Summer 1839.
The lyrical form of this poem is abab.1. "Composed in the summer of 1839 `while sitting at my chamber window, on one of the balmiest nights of the year.
I endeavored to reproduce the impression of the hour and scene.'" (Editor, p. 19.)The epigraph comes from Homer's Iliad,
II, 488:"Welcome, three times prayed for."23.
Orestes-like:
Orestes killed his mother Clytemnestra to take revenge for the murder of her husband Agamemnon, which she managed with the help of her lover Aegisthus.
In Aeschylus' Eumenides,
Orestes finds the peace Longfellow mentions here.
