![]() Tread Softly, Thy Spirits of the NightA Poem by Helen CrutchettTread
Softly thy spirits of the night Tread softly thy spirits of the night Her sleeping doth still the blinking stars On blushed cheeks falls a lock of ebony hair Crescent moonlight drifting on alabaster Skin as smooth as cream ~
Do not disturb her dreaming, lest Her visions perturbed do interrupt Thoughts of her lover gone To battle to do mighty deeds Oh, how she pines unceasingly in daylight until Exhaustion takes upon her and sighing into Satin pillows when nocturnal sleep is caste Where stillness overcomes and subdues Restless dreams of this maiden fair Waiting for her Knight's return From fields of blood Shed for a kingdom's glory ~
When the sun doth lights a dewy morning Bid her rise to greet the day anew With hope again beating in her breast Her gaze thro' open window into the garden Of longing thus wondering this be the day of her beloved's return~
(c) Helen M. Crutchett (All rights reserved) © 2018 Helen CrutchettFeatured Review
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