NIGHT long I sigh, and soon as comes the day To grant me rest a little, in mine ears The swallows' twittering sounds, and hunts away Sweet sleep and drives me back again to tears: Tight-shut I keep my eyes, and yet the thought Of dear Rhodanthe haunts my heart once more. Peace, peace, ye jealous prattlers! it was not My hand the tongue of Philomela shore; Wail o'er the hills for Itylus, or from The hoopoe's craggy nest cry your alarms; So may I drowse awhile: maybe will come A dream and fold me in Rhodanthe's arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS THE MORAL FABLES: THE MOUSE AND THE PADDOCK by AESOP ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 2. CHILDHOOD by BERTON BRALEY CLIFTON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |