Dream land
Where sunless river weep
Their waves into deep,
She sleeps a charmed spell:
awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadow are
Her pleasant lot.
She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
The sadly sings.
Rest, rest, a perfect penst
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and pain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.
Rest, rest for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the herat's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no morn shall wake,
Night that no morn shall break,
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.
C.G. Rosseti
Post je objavljen 14.06.2007. u 17:16 sati.