ANGEL of Sleep or Death! What hast thou here, With meek head drooped, all haggard and outworn! So looked Leander, to the startled morn, Left by the tide on sands and rushes sere; And so looked Hyacinth, to Phoebus dear, As on the sward he lay, by envy shorn; So looked Rome's martyr youth to burial borne Within some delved cavern, chill and drear. O fair death-sleeper! gazing on thee now, Forgetting all thy years profound of rest In peaceful barrow by the daisy drest, We keep a vigil, -- by thy pillow bow, And listen, smiling through our tears, when thou Murmurest of flowers that spring above thy breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN TO A CAT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE RHAPSODY by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 11. THE GREEK POET IN ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SENTINEL; TO MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE HEART'S PICTURES by HIRAM H. BICE AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON |