SLEEP, little one! The Twilight folds her gloom Full tenderly about the drowsy Day, And all his tinseled hours of light and bloom Like toys are laid away. Sleep! sleep! The noon-sky's airy cloud of white Has deepened wide o'er all the azure plain; And, trailing through the leaves, the skirts of Night Are wet with dews as rain. But rest thou sweetly, smiling in thy dreams, With round fists tossed like roses o'er thy head, And thy tranc'd lips and eyelids kissed with gleams Of rapture perfected. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH MISPLACED SYMPATHY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER THE SEAGULL by HERBERT BASHFORD |