@2T@1HE shepherd moon mothers her shining sheep,— The little stars that cluster close and deep; And soon they sleep. The flower's wings are folded to her breast: She hears a whisper from the darkling west;— How pure her rest! Dim droop the drowsing birds upon the trees; The boughs are still as they: no unquiet breeze Troubles their ease. The far and lonely waters feel the spell, Whose monotones sound slowly out, and tell Their sway and swell. All nature is asleep and dreaming dreams Aglow with wonder that on waking seems But broken gleams. So let my spirit sleep the sleep of death: Close, eyes; be idle, hands; and silent, breath! Wait what It saith! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY; AN ALLEGORY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG |