Full moon rising on the waters of my heart, Cloine tires, Holding her lips apart. Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon, Miracle made vesper-keeps, Cloine sleeps, And I'll be sleeping soon. Cloine, curled like the sleepy waters whtere the moonwaves start, Radiant, resplendently she gleams, Cloine dreams, Lips pressed against my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CEMETERY BY THE SEA by PAUL VALERY TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |