BOYS SING Night! with all thine eyes look down! Darkness! weep thy holiest dew! Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Haste, coy hour! and quench all light, Lest eyes see their own delight! Haste, swift hour! and thy loved flight Oft renew! GIRLS SING Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! Holy stars! permit no wrong! And return to wake the sleeper, Dawn, ere it be long! O joy! O fear! there is not one Of us can guess what may be done In the absence of the sun: -- Come along! BOYS Oh, linger long, thou envious eastern lamp In the damp Caves of the deep! GIRLS Nay, return, Vesper! urge thy lazy car! Swift unbar The gates of Sleep! CHORUS The golden gate of Sleep unbar, When Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image, like a star In the sea of glassy weather. May the purple mist of love Round them rise, and with them move, Nourishing each tender gem Which, like flowers, will burst from them. As the fruit is to the tree May their children ever be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |