MORTAL child, lay thee where Earth is gift and giver; Midnight owl, witch, or bear Shall disturb thee never! Softly, softly take thy place, Turn from man thy waning face; Fear not thou must lie alone, Sleep-mates thou shalt have anon. (Clock of Time none commands, Driveth not the winter floods, Where the silent, tireless sands Run the ages of the gods.) Thine is not a jealous bed; Pillow here hath every head; All that are and all to be Shall ask a little room of thee. (Feet of flame, haste nor creep Where the stars are of thy pace; Heart of fire, in shadows sleep, With the sun in thy embrace.) Babe of Time, old in care, Sweet is Earth, the giver; Owlet, witch, or midnight bear Shall disturb thee never. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENODY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG DEATHLESS LOVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE BY CANDLELIGHT by MARION BRINSON HEAVEN AND EARTH by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LURIA; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |