Come, sleep. Her heart's a wood-anemone. Her thoughts are swallows flown Across the dusk. Her hair's a willow-tree By the west wind blown. Her eyes are pools where bubbles rise and break -- Dream-bubbles from the deep. Her soul's a moth that flutters in their wake. Come sleep. . . . come sleep. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH |