Angel spirits of sleep,
White-robed, with silver hair,
In your meadows fair,
Where the willows weep,
And the sad moonbeam
On the gliding stream
Writes her scatter'd dream:
Angel spirits of sleep,
Dancing to the weir
In the hollow roar
Of its waters deep;
Know ye how men say
That ye haunt no more
Isle and grassy shore
With your moonlit play;
That ye dance not here,
White-robed spirits of sleep,
All the summer night
Threading dances light?
Spirits
Robert Bridges
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Poem topics: dance, dream, hair, light, night, sad, silver, summer, shore, deep, play, stream, angel, white, sleep, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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