It is the Hour – Lord George Gordon Byron

I am interested in what people read into poems. I often read the analysis of well known poems and wonder how on earth they have come to their conclusions. “It is the Hour” written by Byron is one of them. I have my own view of what this poem is about but I would be really interested in what you believe it is about. I understand that poets use metaphors, but I do wonder whether people sometimes read far too much into a poem, imagining there are metaphors when there are none. I realise that poems are personal to every reader and we all take something different from them, which is part of the beauty of poetry. However, by over analysing poems and looking for something that really is not there we can totally miss what it is the writer is actually trying to say.

Please make your comments below, I would love to hear from you.


It is the Hour – Lord George Gordon Byron

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale’s high note is heard;
It is the hour — when lover’s vows
Seem sweet in every whisper’d word;
And gentle winds and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met,
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue,
And in the Heaven that clear obscure
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
That follows the decline of day
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.

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2 Responses to It is the Hour – Lord George Gordon Byron

  1. Bob says:

    Byron talks about a time of day when he appreciates and loves all the things in the world.

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  2. jcnashpoems says:

    Thank you for your comment Rob. I agree with you, he describes the beauty of the evening proceeding to night and how the colours change at that time of the day. This is a quote from an analysis I found here – – “It is a poem addressed to people who are in love.” Here they compare this poem with a poem called Desire by Coleridge.


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