Lead me, kind Sleep, unto the land of Dreams; There I with all fantastic Fancies gray Through moonlit groves of sombre yews will stray, Or with them wander by Life's silent streams Where fire-fly joys shed their inconstant gleams, And flowers that never know the light of day Breathe on the passing winds their souls away, -- For this my stricken heart a pleasure deems. And if upon the journey I should die, Or, charmed by force of omnipresent power, Should leave you at the midnight's lonely hour, -- Search not the glooms for me. Wherever I May chance, it cannot be, kind Sleep, more far Than this from where my dear dead comrades are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE THE SHAPE OF THE CORONER by WALLACE STEVENS TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON |