tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post3234950352287432865..comments2023-06-11T17:29:23.054+03:00Comments on Cocosse | Journal: The sea was full of sheep | Joni Mitchell, Matala, Crete, 1970Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post-38354569558909575972022-08-01T16:02:54.238+03:002022-08-01T16:02:54.238+03:00Swiftly walk o'er the western wave,
Spirit of ...<br /><br /><br />Swiftly walk o'er the western wave,<br />Spirit of Night!<br />Out of the misty eastern cave,<br />Where, all the long and lone daylight,<br />Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,<br />Which make thee terrible and dear,—<br />Swift be thy flight!<br /><br />Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,<br />Star-inwrought!<br />Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;<br />Kiss her until she be wearied out,<br />Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,<br />Touching all with thine opiate wand—<br />Come, long-sought!<br /><br />When I arose and saw the dawn,<br />I sighed for thee;<br />When light rode high, and the dew was gone,<br />And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,<br />And the weary Day turned to his rest,<br />Lingering like an unloved guest.<br />I sighed for thee.<br /><br />Thy brother Death came, and cried,<br />Wouldst thou me?<br />Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,<br />Murmured like a noontide bee,<br />Shall I nestle near thy side?<br />Wouldst thou me?—And I replied,<br />No, not thee!<br /><br />Death will come when thou art dead,<br />Soon, too soon—<br />Sleep will come when thou art fled;<br />Of neither would I ask the boon<br />I ask of thee, belovèd Night—<br />Swift be thine approaching flight,<br />Come soon, soon!<br /><br /><br /> To Night / Percy Bysshe Shelley / 1821<br /><br />.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com