THE world is asleep, all the cares of the day In the caverns of darkness are folded away. The murmuring winds have lulled her to rest, The billows have rocked her to sleep on its breast. The tree tops are crooning a soft lullaby While silvery stars shed a luster on high. The clouds like a canopy o'er her are spread, The zephyrs are cooling the air overhead, An infinite calm is breathed forth on the night, And hovers around in the mellow moonlight. The weary world sleeps, let her slumber at will, While night holds its breath, and all nature is still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET: 9 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON |