How I started up in the night, in the night, <br />Drawn on without rest or reprieval! <br />The streets, with their watchmen, were lost to my sight, <br />As I wandered so light <br />In the night, in the night, <br />Through the gate with the arch mediaeval. <br /> <br />The mill-brook rushed from the rocky height, <br />I leaned o'er the bridge in my yearning; <br />Deep under me watched I the waves in their flight, <br />As they glided so light <br />In the night, in the night, <br />Yet backward not one was returning. <br /> <br />O'erhead were revolving, so countless and bright, <br />The stars in melodious existence; <br />And with them the moon, more serenely bedight;-- <br />They sparkled so light <br />In the night, in the night, <br />Through the magical, measureless distance. <br /> <br />And upward I gazed in the night, in the night, <br />And again on the waves in their fleeting; <br />Ah woe! thou hast wasted thy days in delight, <br />Now silence thou light, <br />In the night, in the night, <br />The remorse in thy heart that is beating.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remorse-from-august-von-platen/
