The poem
Sleep! Cast thy canopy Over this sleeper's brain, Dim grow his memory, When he wake again.
Love stays a summer night, Till lights of morning come; Then takes her winged flight Back to her starry home.
Sleep! Yet thy days are mine; Love's seal is over thee: Far though my ways from thine, Dim though thy memory.
Love stays a summer night, Till lights of morning come; Then takes her winged flight Back to her starry home.
I really like this, it sounds like a spell. I like the sound of her starry home, maybe i'll try and draaw it...