ADOWN the voids and vastnesses of night Haste thou to me, oh, almoner of Rest! Come with thy fardel full of fairest dreams, And strew them round about me, as the spring Scatters the cloistral wake-robins in May; For I am over-wearied, and would dwell Only with fantasy; would droop and drowse Lulled as with lutes; would lie on blossom-beds Scented with savors of oblivion; Down paradisal streams would glide 'neath sails Tinted like golden gonfalons; would taste Honeys more luscious than are those that ooze From the bruised cells of Hymettean combs! All this for gift is thine, oh, almoner! Then speed thee on thy pinions snow-fall soft Adown the voids and vastnesses of night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE PHANTOMS ALL by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH PROMETHEUS BOUND: THE OVERTHROW OF ZEUS by AESCHYLUS THE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON |