Sleep
Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink Muse on me, drifting out upon thy dreams, I lave my soul as in enchanted streams Where revelling satyrs pipe along the brink, And tipsy with the melody they drink, Uplift their dangling hooves, and down the beams Of sunshine dance like motes. Thy languor seems An ocean-depth of love wherein I sink Like some fond Argonaut, right willingly, Because of wooing eyes upturned to mine, And siren-arms that coil their sorcery About my neck, with kisses so divine, The heavens reel above me, and the sea Swallows and licks its wet lips over me.
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"Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink..."
Exploring the themes of classic, James Whitcomb Riley delivers a powerful performance in "Sleep"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...