So sweet the hour -- so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev'n with lute. At rest on ocean's brilliant dies An image of Elysium lies: Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven Form in the deep another seven: Endymion nodding from above Sees in the sea a second love: Within the valleys dim and brown, And on the spectral mountain's crown The wearied light is lying down: And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky Are redolent of sleep, as I Am redolent of thee and thine Enthralling love, my Adeline. But list, O list! -- so soft and low Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem My words the music of a dream. Thus, while no single sound too rude, Upon thy slumber shall intrude, Our thoughts, our souls -- O God above! In every deed shall mingle, love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND MAUDE CLARE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THY DREAMS ARE THE DEEDS OF MEN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |