Now while rest the happy herds, And in folds the fleecy sheep, All the boughs are full of birds, Crowding, sound asleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep, Under the fair, fair flocks of stars That roam all night and know no bars, Sleep, sweet, sleep! Now if we an Owl could ride,-- Yes, an Owl with yellow eyes, Globy lanterns, clear and wide, Flaming while he flies,-- We should see the pretty things, Pretty little sleepy souls! All their heads beneath their wings, Blind with sleep as moles! Sleep, sleep, sleep, Under the wild, winged winds that fly All night long across the sky, Sleep, sweet, sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPARENT FAILURE by ROBERT BROWNING FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 50. WILLOWWOOD (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S PARTING WORDS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |