"O Dewdrop, lay thy finger-tip Of moisture on my fevered lip," The noonday Blossom cries. "Alas, O Dives, dark and deep The gulf impassable of Sleep Henceforth between us lies!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES. THE COURTIN' by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL FOR THOSE AT SEA; HYMN by WILLIAM WHITING THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PSALM 95 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |