Poems (Radford)/To one Asleep
To One Asleep
Ah, do not wake, if sleeping be so dear,
My torch of sorrow on your dream shall shine
As moonlight, when the darkening cloud is near,
More surely for a moment that is mine:
In your still dream my paling beauty shows
As dimly as a dying love that knows
The love it longs for colder than the snows,
And barren as the waste where it must pine.
My torch of sorrow on your dream shall shine
As moonlight, when the darkening cloud is near,
More surely for a moment that is mine:
In your still dream my paling beauty shows
As dimly as a dying love that knows
The love it longs for colder than the snows,
And barren as the waste where it must pine.
But let my wandering passion find a fold
Within the spacious meadows of your sleep,
Let its sharp cry that dies not nor grows old,
Break through the walls of silence that you keep:
The loneliness of noon and summer-end,
Of prayers that tired lips no more may spend,
Oh let it stretch about you while I send
My cry into your dream that is so deep.
Within the spacious meadows of your sleep,
Let its sharp cry that dies not nor grows old,
Break through the walls of silence that you keep:
The loneliness of noon and summer-end,
Of prayers that tired lips no more may spend,
Oh let it stretch about you while I send
My cry into your dream that is so deep.