Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLEEP, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou drowsy god, whose blurred Last Line: Swallows and licks its wet lips over me. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Despair; Night; Orphans; Sleep; Bedtime; Foundlings | ||||||||
THOU drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink, Muse on me, -- drifting out upon thy dreams, I lave my soul as in enchanted streams Where reveling satyrs pipe along the brink, And, tipsy with the melody they drink, Uplift their dangling hooves and down the beams Of sunshine dance like motes. Thy languor seems An ocean-depth of love wherein I sink Like some fond Argonaut, right willingly, -- Because of wooing eyes upturned to mine. And siren-arms that coil their sorcery About my neck, with kisses so divine, The heavens reel above me, and the sea Swallows and licks its wet lips over me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE by AMELIA OPIE THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 8. THE EVICTION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LOOKING FORWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AS EDGAR LEE MASTERS WOULD HANDLE IT. HILDA HYDE by BERTON BRALEY THE LAMENT OF LAMB'S CONDUIT by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB AN EPICED ON MR. FISHBOURNE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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