Full many a noonday nook I know Where memory is fain to go And wait in silence till the shade Of sleep the solitude invade. For these the resting-places are Of dreams that, journeying afar, Pause in their migratory flight This side the continent of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI SAW YE JOHNNIE COMIN'? by JOANNA BAILLIE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONGS TO A WOMAN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM VERSES WRITTEN UNDER FERGUSSON'S PORTRAIT by ROBERT BURNS |