THE little Pools-of-Peace lie far From dusty ways of Noon, Along the winding paths of Sleep To where the hills of Twilight keep The gardens of the Moon. When night comes softly down the sky And lights each waiting star The Minstrels of the Moon play low For dancing feet of winds that go To those still pools afar. The little Winds-of-Dream go swift And scatter with light hands The Dust-of-Dreams to seal the sight Of those who weary of the light And seek for Elfin lands. @3O, follow then the little winds Along these shadowy ways And find the Pools-of-Peace that lie So fair beneath the dreaming sky So far from dusty days.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |