Classic Poem

THE WATCHER

Wild singer at my casement, be thou still!
In pity let me sleep;
For I am weary, and thy voice is shrill;
We have no tryst to keep.
Go on thy way; to gladder hearts than mine
Thy song perchance were glad;
To me if thou must come, come with sunshine,
For night is over sad.

THE WIND

Nay listen, listen thou so fretfully pleading for rest;
Those whom I rock may sleep:
I rock drowned men in ocean cradled deep,
And birds in frozen nest.