Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE HAMMOCK, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "the lazy, languid breezes sweep" Last Line: And fear forgotten dies Subject(s): Life;rest | ||||||||
THE lazy, languid breezes sweep Across a fluttered crowd of leaves; The shadows fall so dim, so deep, Ah, love, 't is good to dream and sleep Where nothing jars or nothing grieves. My love she lies at languid ease Across her silken hammock's length; Her stray curls flutter in the breeze That moves amidst the sunlit trees, And stirs their gold with mimic strength. So calm, so still, the drowsy noon; So sweet, so fair, the golden day; Too sweet that it should turn so soon From set of sun to rising moon, And fade and pass away. Her eyes are full of happy dreams, And languid with unuttered bliss; The calm of unstirred mountain streams, The light of unforgotten scenes, Live in her thoughts of that or this. A year, a month, a week, a day; The meaning of some look or word, Swift, sudden as a sunbeam's ray, -- Do these across her memory stray As if again she looked or heard? It may be so. I would it were, For I who love and she who dreams; The world to me is only her. Can my heart's cry to pity stir Her heart that silent seems? O deep eyes, lose your gentle calm; O fair cheek, lose your tint of rose; O heart, beat swift with love's alarm, That I may win with chain and charm, And hold you till life close. Lo, sweet, I stand, and gaze and faint Beneath the wonder of your eyes, Whose beauty I can praise and paint Till words and fancy lose restraint, And fear forgotten dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BOY'S SLEEP by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE HOW FAR IS IT TO THE LAND WE LEFT? by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE IT'S NOT COLD HERE by ELEANOR WILNER SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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