A FACE on sleep as easily intent As on some purpose of the day's delight; To what dream turned, with what things heavenly blent, More exquisite? Composed at length night's lonelier life to live, These hours, to effort of my care unknown, Are love's to love thee leisurely, and give To thought alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |