Sleep of the cooled lids and breath of flowers, O sleep of youth, dew-sandaled from the leas, Throated with music of ensilvered showers And silken winds that flash against the trees; O summer sleep of passionate innocence, Clean as the morning stars of doubt and pain, If dreamful, not, oh, not at the expense Of tears, but fresh with news from fancy's Spain -- Revisit with thy tranced healing sweet These eyes that have forgot almost thy spell, Sail back with all thy joyous-freighted fleet Down the long azure of my spirit's swell. And for thy traffic with that brooding stream Bring back the purple to my hills of dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |