Poems
Delicious slumber, cloying every sense,
Which men despise and crave for equally.
Which men despise and crave for equally.
Then Arthur's voice rang clear and audible,
As though to break the presence of that spell
Which held their souls with power invisible.
'Damsel,' he cried, 'whence comest thou?' The words
Died on his lips, but echoed hushed and low,
As waters spellbound in their overflow,
Or muffed calls of Winter-famished birds.
As though to break the presence of that spell
Which held their souls with power invisible.
'Damsel,' he cried, 'whence comest thou?' The words
Died on his lips, but echoed hushed and low,
As waters spellbound in their overflow,
Or muffed calls of Winter-famished birds.
Unanswering still, across her face a smile
Played like an Autumn twilight, all the guile
Of tempest hid therein. She breathed the while
A keen quick sigh that startled every sense.
And those who gazed within her eyes beheld
Played like an Autumn twilight, all the guile
Of tempest hid therein. She breathed the while
A keen quick sigh that startled every sense.
And those who gazed within her eyes beheld
52
