SLUMBER has stilled the note In the thrush's tender throat, But the cheery cricket sings, And the moth's dark wings Flutter along the night Through the pale moonlight; @3Soft may thine eyelids meet! Sleep on, oh, sweet!@1 Never a stir 'mid the stars Of the jasmine at the bars Of her casement, looking away Toward the unborn day. Mount, and an entrance win, Steal in, my song, steal in! @3Soft may thine eyelids meet! Sleep on, oh, sweet!@1 Steal in, but breathe not above The lowest whisper of love; Hover around her there In that holy air; Glide into her dreams, and be A memory of me! @3Soft may thine eyelids meet! Sleep on, oh, sweet!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN DAYS: 3. THE FLOWERS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE TREE ACROSS THE ROAD by ELIZABETH KELTY BEITEL GREEN AISLES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ADVICE TO A BLUE-BIRD by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE HEBREW MIND by M. L. R. BRESLAR |