the sleeper - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

As Ann came in one summer's day,
She felt that she must creep,
So silent was the clear cool house,
It seemed a house of sleep

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal ...