ANGEL spirits of sleep, <br />White-robed, with silver hair, <br />In your meadows fair, <br />Where the willows weep, <br />And the sad moonbeam <br />On the gliding stream <br />Writes her scatter'd dream: <br /> <br />Angel spirits of sleep, <br />Dancing to the weir <br />In the hollow roar <br />Of its waters deep; <br />Know ye how men say <br />That ye haunt no more <br />Isle and grassy shore <br />With your moonlit play; <br />That ye dance not here, <br />White-robed spirits of sleep, <br />All the summer night <br />Threading dances light?<br /><br />Robert Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spirits-2/
