TO MARIAN ASLEEP.
The full moon glimmers still and white,
Where yonder shadowy clouds unfold;
The stars, like children of the Night,
Lie with their little heads of gold
On her dark lap: nor less divine,
And brighter, seems your own on mine.
Where yonder shadowy clouds unfold;
The stars, like children of the Night,
Lie with their little heads of gold
On her dark lap: nor less divine,
And brighter, seems your own on mine.
My darling, with your snowy sleep
Folded around your dimpled form,
Your little breathings calm and deep,
Your mother's arms and heart are warm;
You wear as lilies in your breast
The dreams that blossom from your rest.
Folded around your dimpled form,
Your little breathings calm and deep,
Your mother's arms and heart are warm;
You wear as lilies in your breast
The dreams that blossom from your rest.
Ah, must your clear eyes see ere long
The mist and wreck on sea and land,
And that old haunter of all song,
The mirage hiding in the sand?
And will the dead leaves in the frost
Tell you of song and summer lost?
The mist and wreck on sea and land,
And that old haunter of all song,
The mirage hiding in the sand?
And will the dead leaves in the frost
Tell you of song and summer lost?
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