ADOWN the voids and vastnesses of night Haste thou to me, oh, almoner of Rest! Come with thy fardel full of fairest dreams, And strew them round about me, as the spring Scatters the cloistral wake-robins in May; For I am over-wearied, and would dwell Only with fantasy; would droop and drowse Lulled as with lutes; would lie on blossom-beds Scented with savors of oblivion; Down paradisal streams would glide 'neath sails Tinted like golden gonfalons; would taste Honeys more luscious than are those that ooze From the bruised cells of Hymettean combs! All this for gift is thine, oh, almoner! Then speed thee on thy pinions snow-fall soft Adown the voids and vastnesses of night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN |