Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
HITHER hither, love---
'Tis a shady mead---
Hither, hither, love!
Let us feed and feed!
"Dark eyes are dearer far
Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell."
Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,—the domain
IN drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, --
WHICH of the fairest three
To-day will ride with me?
My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn:
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
Oh what can ail thee ...