ANGEL of Sleep or Death! What hast thou here, With meek head drooped, all haggard and outworn! So looked Leander, to the startled morn, Left by the tide on sands and rushes sere; And so looked Hyacinth, to Phoebus dear, As on the sward he lay, by envy shorn; So looked Rome's martyr youth to burial borne Within some delved cavern, chill and drear. O fair death-sleeper! gazing on thee now, Forgetting all thy years profound of rest In peaceful barrow by the daisy drest, We keep a vigil, -- by thy pillow bow, And listen, smiling through our tears, when thou Murmurest of flowers that spring above thy breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BLACK RIDERS: 22 by STEPHEN CRANE AULD ROBIN GRAY by ANNE LINDSAY ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR |