Alfred Lord Tennyson: To a Lady Sleeping

Updated February 28, 2017 | Infoplease Staff

To a Lady Sleeping

O thou whose fringd lids I gaze upon,
Through whose dim brain the wingd dreams are born,
Unroof the shrines of clearest vision,
In honour of the silverfleckd morn:
Long hath the white wave of the virgin light
Driven back the billow of the dreamful dark.
Thou all unwittingly prolongest night,
Though long ago listening the poisd lark,
With eyes dropt downward through the blue serene,
Over heaven's parapets the angels lean.