 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
THE WINTER SLEEP
A maiden o'erwearied
With dance and song,
The Earth,
The Earth,
The Earth sleeps long.
With dance and song,
The Earth,
The Earth,
The Earth sleeps long.
And her dreams are all
Of one mad sweet thing—
The kisses,
The kisses,
The kisses of Spring.
Of one mad sweet thing—
The kisses,
The kisses,
The kisses of Spring.
Awake, O maiden,
For joy draws near.
Thy lover,
Thy lover,
Thy lover is here.
For joy draws near.
Thy lover,
Thy lover,
Thy lover is here.
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |