@3Buona vespre!@1 Sleep: Your candle-end, They set it there, then they left. You'll not be afraid by yourself, poor little one? . . . It's the candlestick for your bed at the inn. Fear no longer the pen-pusher's lash, Go! . . . To wake no more isn't so reckless. @3Buona sera!@1 Sleep: Your candle-end . . . Is dead. -Here no doorkeeper longer attends: Just the wind from the north, the wind from the south Comes to quiver a gossamer thread. Shhh! To the scoundrels, your ground is accursed. -@3Buona notte!@1 Sleep: Your candle-end . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY HESPERUS THE BRINGER by SAPPHO A MATCH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |