The title image (a command really) is confusing to me. but the poem doesn't develop its implications. Instead what unfolds is one of your beautiful evocations of the Nocturnal Vision of the intensity of experience in the realm of night, expressed in language of quiet ecstasy. Familiar images make their appearance, or rather you guide our vision so that we see them in the nocturnal context which is their (and perhaps our) true home: moonlight, dew, glow-worms, doves, clouds and love. What a gathering of spiritual as well as physical riches. No wonder the speaker's voice and his refrain are breathless with wonder!
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The title image (a command really) is confusing to me. but the poem doesn't develop its implications. Instead what unfolds is one of your beautiful evocations of the Nocturnal Vision of the intensity of experience in the realm of night, expressed in language of quiet ecstasy. Familiar images make their appearance, or rather you guide our vision so that we see them in the nocturnal context which is their (and perhaps our) true home: moonlight, dew, glow-worms, doves, clouds and love. What a gathering of spiritual as well as physical riches. No wonder the speaker's voice and his refrain are breathless with wonder!