Collegia – Ode 78: Serenade


Sleepest thou, beloved?
The ceaseless drain doth drip
In cadenced monotones,
Lashed beneath the whip
Of a wind that moans.
Walls of brick and mortar
Girdle me around
Cataracts of water
Wash a dirty ground.
Hovel roofs are black
And street lamps dismal gleam
Upon the slimy track
Of noisome gutter streams.
Somewhere there is moonlight
And haunting shades that creep
Up through the slumbering night
To where the old hills sleep.
Sleepest thou, beloved?

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