Summer murmuring
Some sweet, slumberous thing,
Half asleep:

_Arthur Symons_.




XXIX.

Only a little holiday of sleep,
Soft sleep, sweet sleep; a little soothing psalm
Of slumber from thy sanctuaries of calm,
A little sleep--it matters not how deep;
A little falling feather from thy wing,
Merciful Lord,--is it so great a thing?

_Richard Le Gallienne_.




XXX.

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water and pure sky
I have thought of all by turns and yet do lie