Play me a lulling tune, O Flute-Player of Sleep. Across the twilight bloom of thy purple havens. Far off a phantom stag on the moon-yellow highlands Ceases; and, as a shadow, wavers; and passes: So let Silence seal me and Darkness gather, Piper of Sleep. Play me a lulling chant, O Anthem-Maker, Out of the fall of lonely seas, and the wind's sorrow: Behind are the burning glens of the sunset sky Where like blown ghosts the seamews wail their desolate sea-dirges: Make me of these a lulling chant, O Anthem-Maker. No—no—from nets of silence weave me, O Sigher of Sleep, A dusky veil ash-grey as the moon-pale moth's grey wing; Of thicket-stillness woven, and sleep of grass, and thin evanishing air Where the tall reed spires breathless—for I am tired, O Sigher of Sleep, And long for thy muffled song as of bells on the wind, and the wind's cry Falling, and the dim wastes that lie Beyond the last, low, long, oblivious sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANTA FILOMENA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES ABER STATIONS: STATIO SECUNDA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: KING LIMOS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |