Come hither, child, and rest, <br />This is the end of day, <br />Behold the weary West! <br /> <br />Sleep rounds with equal zest <br />Man's toil and children's play, <br />Come hither, child, and rest. <br /> <br />My white bird, seek thy nest, <br />Thy drooping head down lay, <br />Behold the weary West! <br /> <br />Now eve is manifest <br />And homeward lies our way, <br />Behold the weary West! <br /> <br />Tired flower! upon my breast <br />I would wear thee alway, <br />Come hither, child, and rest - <br />Behold the weary West!<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/villanelle-5/
