Dear Mona, asleep by the wonder well Where moon-woven flax spins the thread to tie Into the star-mured haven where you dwell, That strange realm where transcendent singers lie; Hidden by thin waxen curtains, your eyes Are so strangely veiled from the strident day, That javelins from the midnight skies Cannot pierce and disturb your tranquil way. Dear vague dream-dreamer, by your still, cold side There must be burning candles warm and bright, I would not ask again that you should ride Under the chilling clouds of yester-night; For snooded in death's perfect cloth-repose, Singing no more, you have left me ... a rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |