THOU drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink, Muse on me, -- drifting out upon thy dreams, I lave my soul as in enchanted streams Where reveling satyrs pipe along the brink, And, tipsy with the melody they drink, Uplift their dangling hooves and down the beams Of sunshine dance like motes. Thy languor seems An ocean-depth of love wherein I sink Like some fond Argonaut, right willingly, -- Because of wooing eyes upturned to mine. And siren-arms that coil their sorcery About my neck, with kisses so divine, The heavens reel above me, and the sea Swallows and licks its wet lips over me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SWING by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A BERKSHIRE HOLIDAY by CLIFFORD BAX WEALTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE BRITISH, A.D. 1901 by EDWARD CARPENTER |