And if one falls asleep, through labour long, Why, what shall the divine awaking be? Surely no angry word; but some soft song Sung 'neath the casement,—as from summer tree The nightingales chant, loud and strenuously: Or as the thrushes, some wild day in spring, Hurl from dank copse to copse their stormy glee And make the wet surrounding meadows ring. If thou dost need awakening, I will bring My harp, and 'neath thy window sweep the chords, Or flutter o'er thy brow my vocal wing And gently lift thy tresses:—let the swords Of violent speech be snapped; and if @3I@1 miss The morn and sleep on,—wake me by a kiss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CARPERS (AN ASPECT) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE INN ALBUM: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. I SAW A VISION by EDWARD CARPENTER |