Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MISS --, ON HER ASKING THE AUTHOR WHY SHE HAD SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, by THOMAS MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: I'll ask the sylph who round thee flies Last Line: Perhaps, o sylph! Perhaps 'tis love! Alternate Author Name(s): Little, Thomas Subject(s): Insomnia; Love; Sleeplessness | ||||||||
I'LL ask the sylph who round thee flies, And in thy breath his pinion dips, Who suns him in thy lucent eyes, And faints upon thy sighing lips: I'll ask him where's the veil of sleep That used to shade thy looks of light; And why those eyes their vigil keep, When other suns are sunk in night. And I will say -- her angel breast Has never throbb'd with guilty sting; Her bosom is the sweetest nest Where Slumber could repose his wing! And I will say -- her cheeks of flame, Which glow like roses in the sun, Have never felt a blush of shame, Except for what her eyes have done! Then tell me, why, thou child of air! Does slumber from her eyelids rove? What is her heart's impassion'd care? -- Perhaps, O sylph! perhaps 'tis love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROOM FALCONER; CIRCA 1903 by NORMAN DUBIE THE DEATH OF THE RACE CAR DRIVER by NORMAN DUBIE JOURNEY TOWARD EVENING by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY THE STARS THEIR PERFECTION by DONALD REVELL A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE |
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