INVOCATION TO SLEEP.
NIGHT'S dull silences are throbbing, from the mountain to
Thou hast lulled a world's wild tumult, yet thou comest not
Lightly on my evening pillow, whitely on my tired hand,
Creeps a,wandering wave of moonrise, ere it burnish all the
From the purple-hooded midnight star eyes languish into
With the dew of tender memories dripping all their down-
Till the tempted life within me swoon, beneath the sensuous
Swoon a moment, ere it flutter back to wakeful hours again.
And my soul, impaled, and panting 'mong the captors, pleads
That thine arms uplift and bear me safely 'cross the thought-