I IMP of Dreams, when she's asleep, To her snowy chamber creep, And straight whisper in her ear What, awake, she will not hear-- Imp of Dreams, when she's asleep. II Tell her, so she may repent, That no rose withholds its scent, That no bird that has a song Hoards the music summer-long Tell her, so she may repent. III Tell her there's naught else to do, If to-morrow's skies be blue, But to come, with civil speech, And walk with me to Hampton Beach Tell her there's naught else to do! Tell her, so she may repent Imp of Dreams, when she's asleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) SONGS OF OUR LAND by FRANCES BROWN (1816-1864) |