"O Dewdrop, lay thy finger-tip Of moisture on my fevered lip," The noonday Blossom cries. "Alas, O Dives, dark and deep The gulf impassable of Sleep Henceforth between us lies!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE WRITTEN ON A MARBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST by VINCENT BOURNE MAN AND NATURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |