My Lady's form is bathed in light From Luna's blue-tinged beams, Her pallid face, like marble white, Betrays no earthly dreams, Her slender hands, 'midst folds of lace, Press softly on her breast, The sunshine day to night gives place, My Lady now doth rest. Sleep sweet, O Lady mine! My Lady's couch is banked with flowers And garlands strewn around, The offerings of the dew-kissed hours Where innocence is found; Her fingers clasp a drooping rose, A bud of purest white, An emblem of her soul's repose, A tear-drop of the Night. Sleep well, O Lady mine! My Lady's room is peopled o'er With angels sweet and fair, A train surge through her latticed door, And far aloft they bear The richest treasure ever borne, My heart in silence weeps, The moon gives way to blushing morn,— And still my Lady sleeps. Sleep on, O Lady mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER |