Down through the shadow-years has come a word Or two of Lamia, who, with her flute, Lulled Care to sleep, bade Grief and Strife be mute, And calmed the heart by Pain and Passion stirred; Men called her Dryad, Zephyr, Sylvan Bird, She led them by such pleasant, tranquil route, O'erhung with blossom-bough and trellised fruit, To haunts where naught but dreamland sounds are heard. To-day, you play — along that path of bliss, Dream-sandalled, I am wooed afar, afar To where your strains are echoed in a star That slowly sinks beyond a crimson crest — Play on — my soul knows nothing else but this: The calm, the perfect calm of raptured rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG |