She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,
And, tired out with too much happiness,
She fain would have him sing of old Provence;
Quaint songs, that spoke of love in such soft tones,
Her restless soul was straight besieged of dreams,
And her wild heart beleagured of deep peace,
And heart and soul surrendered unto sleep.–
Like perfect sculpture in the moon she lies,
Its pallor on her through heraldic panes
Of one tall casement’s gul
(Madison Julius Cawein)
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