Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CONJURER'S SONG, by ROBERT HOWARD First Line: Ye twice ten hundred deities Last Line: That use to lull thee in thy sleep. Subject(s): Sleep | ||||||||
YE twice ten hundred Deities, To whom we daily sacrifice, Ye Powers that dwell with Fates below And see what men are doomed to do, Where elements in discord dwell: Thou God of Sleep, arise! and tell Great Zempoalla what strange fate Must on her dismal vision wait. By the croaking of the toad, In their caves that make abode, Earthy Dun, that pants for breath, With her swelled sides full of death; By the crested adders' pride, That along the cliffs do glide; By thy visage, fierce and black, By the death's head on thy back; By the twisted serpents placed For a girdle round thy waist; By the hearts of gold that deck Thy breast, thy shoulders, and thy neck; From thy sleepy mansion rise, And open thy unwilling eyes! While bubbling springs their music keep, That use to lull thee in thy sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU'S SWEET TO YO' MAMMY JES DE SAME by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE GOING TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE BLUE NAP by WILLIAM MATTHEWS |
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