THE little Pools-of-Peace lie far From dusty ways of Noon, Along the winding paths of Sleep To where the hills of Twilight keep The gardens of the Moon. When night comes softly down the sky And lights each waiting star The Minstrels of the Moon play low For dancing feet of winds that go To those still pools afar. The little Winds-of-Dream go swift And scatter with light hands The Dust-of-Dreams to seal the sight Of those who weary of the light And seek for Elfin lands. @3O, follow then the little winds Along these shadowy ways And find the Pools-of-Peace that lie So fair beneath the dreaming sky So far from dusty days.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LE MEDECIN MALGRE LUI by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |