 | Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge |  |
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SERENADE
Sleep! for the silver dawn is folded still
Within the sea;
Sleep! for the trees are slumberous on the hill,
The lark is tuneless and the crickets thrill—
To wake is misery.
Within the sea;
Sleep! for the trees are slumberous on the hill,
The lark is tuneless and the crickets thrill—
To wake is misery.
Sleep! for the heart of God has slept to dream
A better world;
Sleep! for the day is sadder than we deem:
Perchance thy soul shall lapse along the stream
The lotus flower impearled.
A better world;
Sleep! for the day is sadder than we deem:
Perchance thy soul shall lapse along the stream
The lotus flower impearled.
Sleep! Oh, my Love, for I am open-eyed
Upon the sun;
Sleep! for I would the heavens were yet more wide,
The stars more limpid, and that I had died
Ere yet the night was done.
Upon the sun;
Sleep! for I would the heavens were yet more wide,
The stars more limpid, and that I had died
Ere yet the night was done.
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