THE drums, trumps, cornets at length sink to slumber; By Solomon's couch, as he lieth sleeping, Full-girded angels the watch are keeping, On either side six thousand in number. The monarch protect they from cares while dreaming, And as he frowns in his slumbers nightly, From out of their sheaths straight draw they lightly Twelve thousand swords, all fiercely gleaming. But presently back in their sheaths are falling The angels' swords. The brow of the sleeper Grows smooth, his slumber is softer and deeper, And soon his lips are gently calling: "O Sulamith, thou whom so dearly I cherish! "O'er countries and kingdoms I rule, great and glorious, "Of Israel and Judah the monarch victorious, "But if thou'lt not love me, I wither and perish." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG |