Author Sir Francis Hastings Doyle She ceased to speak, but my charmed soul Bowed down before her soft control; And I left the Day with her flaunting light, To follow the calm and starry Night. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments