Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink <br />Muse on me--, drifting out upon thy dreams, <br />I lave my soul as in enchanted streams <br />Where revelling satyrs pipe along the brink, <br />And tipsy with the melody they drink, <br />Uplift their dangling hooves, and down the beams <br />Of sunshine dance like motes. Thy languor seems <br />An ocean-depth of love wherein I sink <br />Like some fond Argonaut, right willingly--, <br />Because of wooing eyes upturned to mine, <br />And siren-arms that coil their sorcery <br />About my neck, with kisses so divine, <br />The heavens reel above me, and the sea <br />Swallows and licks its wet lips over me.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-153/
