ANGEL spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam On the gliding stream Writes her scatter'd dream: Angel spirits of sleep, Dancing to the weir In the hollow roar Of its waters deep; Know ye how men say That ye haunt no more Isle and grassy shore With your moonlit play; That ye dance not here, White-robed spirits of sleep, All the summer night Threading dances light? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOING FOR WATER by ROBERT FROST ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FOOL'S ADVENTURE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN by AESOP TWO THINGS by AMIR MAHMUD IBN AMIR YAMINU'D-DIN TUGHRA'I |