Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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To Cidli, asleep.
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To Cidli, asleep.
She slumbers.—O blessed sleep, rain from thy wings
Thy life-giving balm on her delicate frame;
And send thou from Eden's ambrosial springs
A few flashing drops of their crystallous flame,—
Thy life-giving balm on her delicate frame;
And send thou from Eden's ambrosial springs
A few flashing drops of their crystallous flame,—
Then spread them, soft painter, upon her white cheek
Where sickness hath eaten the roses away;
Love's gentle refresher, Care's comforter meek,
Thou moon of sweet blessings, pour down the kind ray—
Where sickness hath eaten the roses away;
Love's gentle refresher, Care's comforter meek,
Thou moon of sweet blessings, pour down the kind ray—
To smile on my Cidli: she slumbers: be still,
Hush'd be thy soft-flowing notes, O my lyre,
Thy laurels mine anger shall scathe and shall kill,
If idly thou waken my sleeping desire.
Hush'd be thy soft-flowing notes, O my lyre,
Thy laurels mine anger shall scathe and shall kill,
If idly thou waken my sleeping desire.
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