Music that brings sweet sleep

Song Cycle by Richard Stoker (b. 1938)

Word count: 84

?. There is sweet music here [sung text not yet checked]

  There is sweet music here that softer falls
    Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
  Or night-dews on still waters between walls
    Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
  Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
    Than tir'd eyelids upon tirèd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
        Here are cool mosses deep,
        And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
  And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.


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