FLORIBEL @3alone@1 And must I wake again? Oh come to me, Thou that with dew-cold fingers softly closest The wearied eye; thou sweet, thou gentle power, Soother of woe, sole friend of the oppressed, I long to lay me on thy peaceful breast. But once I saw thee, beautiful as moonlight, Upon a baby's lips, and thou didst kiss them, Lingering and oft, (As a wild bee doth kiss a rifled flower, And clips its waist, and drops a little tear, Remorsefully enamoured of his prey;) Come so to me, sweet death, and I will wreath thee An amorous chaplet for thy paly brows; And on an odoured bank of wan white buds In thy fair arms I'll lie, and taste thy cool delicious breath, And sleep, and sleep, and sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |