July 22, 2013

Poetry Tuesday: CS Lewis

Sonnet by C.S. Lewis

The stars come out; the fragrant shadows fall
About a dreaming garden still and sweet,
I hear the unseen bats above me bleat
Among the ghostly moths their hunting call,
And twinkling glow-worms all about me crawl.
Now for a chamber dim, a pillow meet.
For slumbers deep as death, a faultless sheet,
Cool, white, and smooth. So may I read the hall
With poppies strewn where sleep that is so dear
With magic sponge can wipe away an hour
Or twelve and make them naught.  Why not a year,
Why could a man not loiter in that bower
Until a thousand painless cycles wore,
And then - what if it held him evermore?

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