Sleep in love, naughty tuner of cicadas! Under the quitch-grasses covering you, The cicada will sing for you too, Merrily, with his little cymbals. The dew will have tears in the morning; And lilies-of-the-valley make a sweet winding-sheet . . . Sleep in love, naughty tuner of cicadas! There will be wailing droves of squalls . . . The Muse of Death will set the pitch. She will still bring to your darkened lips Those rhymes that make the pale-faced twitch . . . Sleep in love, naughty tuner of cicadas! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD EARLY AND LATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OF THOSE WHO WALK ALONE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |