Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Lines For Music (Iii) - Poem by Frances Anne Kemble

Good night! from music's softest spell
Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumbers,
Fairies, with magic harp and shell,
Sing o'er to thee thy own sweet numbers.
Good night! from hope's intense desire
Go to thy dreams: and may to-morrow,
Love, with the sun returning, fire
These evening mists of doubt and sorrow.
Good night! from hours of weary waking
I'll to my dreams: still in my sleep
To feel the spirit's restless aching,
And even with eyelids closed, to weep.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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