ALL the lambs in all the folds are sleeping by their mothers; All the birds with golden wings have tucked their heads from sight; Far away and near at hand, let sisters wee, and brothers, Kiss, with lips like rosebuds cleft, and bid the world good-night. All the stars in fields above shine out like jewelled flowers; Wheresoe'er the flowers be, they fold their petals up; While silently and tenderly steal on the dreaming hours, When all the merry little ones have sipped the Lethe cup. One by one, with soundless feet, go forth the slumber angels, And sift the silver sand of rest o'er all the quiet land; Till cheeks are flushed and voices hushed, and, with their sweet evangels, The happy messengers have lulled each darling house-hold band. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WOULD LIVE IN YOUR LOVE by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS PHILOMELA by JOHN CROWE RANSOM TO JOSIAH ROYCE by BRENT DOW ALLINSON A TOMB BY THE SEA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER |