Lie restful O young night upon her eyes,
Let her weary eyes soothe in silver light,
Pass peaceful by, let no unfolding blight
Of thine nightly passage in cloudy skies
Bestir her dream that with slightest sound dies.
So walk in hushed up steps ever so slight,
In this harsh world dreams be her sole delight,
As a nightlong sleep seems her paradise.
Tranquillity drawn from depth oft is more
Soothing than a warm winter's mid-noon day,
Silence sweeter than songs heard ever fore,
The head and heart vouch together to say.
That she wakes up with no restless tired yawns,
O let her rest till eternity dawns.
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Sonnets | 06.08.15 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
acutely written- Silence sweeter than songs heard ever fore//
Thank you indeed for liking the sonnet, Mahtab Bangalee.