I bless the power of this charmed summer night, <br />I bless its magic and its mystery, <br />Which in ecstatic visions brings to me <br />The worshiped presence of my soul's delight. <br />Mine eyes are sealed, but on my clearer sight <br />Her heaven-bright features shine more radiantly, <br />Her sweet voice with a richer melody <br />Enchants the dark, more luminous than light. <br />I miss the sense of daylight's haunting ills, <br />Bathed in this lambent tide of sleep and love; <br />I only see one dazzling image beam, <br />Shrined in a rosy universe of dream, <br />Fairer than Dian bending tranced above <br />The sleeping shepherd on the Latmian hills.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-31/
