Ah, holy midnight of the soul,
When stars alone are high;
When winds are resting at their goal,
And sea-waves only sigh!
Ambition faints from out the will;
Asleep sad longing lies;
All hope of good, all fear of ill,
All need of action dies;
Because God is, and claims the life
He kindled in thy brain;
And thou in him, rapt far from strife,
Diest and liv'st again.
The Holy Midnight
George Macdonald
(1)
Poem topics: alone, fear, god, hope, life, sad, sea, soul, good, brain, goal, holy, high, action, strife, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Holy Midnight poem by George Macdonald
Best Poems of George Macdonald