ANGEL spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam On the gliding stream Writes her scatter'd dream: Angel spirits of sleep, Dancing to the weir In the hollow roar Of its waters deep; Know ye how men say That ye haunt no more Isle and grassy shore With your moonlit play; That ye dance not here, White-robed spirits of sleep, All the summer night Threading dances light? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FACADE: 17. DARK SONG by EDITH SITWELL MEADOW-SAFFRON by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |