Sleep Upon the World

The mountain-summits sleep, glens, cliffs and caves,
Are silent—all the black earth's reptile brood—
The bees—the wild beasts of the mountain wood;
In depths beneath the dark red ocean's waves
Its monsters rest, whilst wrapt in bower and spray
Each bird is hush'd that stretch'd its pinions to the day.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.