YES, you are weary, and it is most right -- This is a blessed light Wherein you ask to sleep: How soft it falls! How delicately creep The perfumed airs upon your breast! Sleep on! sleep on! rest! rest! Ah, it was glorious fun up there, You little devil-may-care! Such flowers to kiss, such pebbles to chide, Such crabbed old carls of roots to deride, Flouting them with your saucy riot! Yes, yes! But now be quiet! For after all the stones were rough, And you've had fun enough. See! it is O, so peaceful here! Ah! feel this lily -- is it not most dear? Coax it with curling of your liquid limbs! And, as it delicately swims, Let nothing but its shadow cumber The lightness of your slumber! The great sea calls -- be still! And fear not any ill! For all the Loves will pet you, Nor kindly Jove forget you, When those bold Tritons with the rush Of many arms seize you and make you blush! -- Ah, hush! hush! hush! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS by ARTHUR CHAPMAN THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BRUCE: IN PRAISE OF FREEDOM by JOHN BARBOUR VINCENT VAN GOGH by HARRIET R. BEAN LITTLE WINDOWS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |