Classic Poem

Dear Heart, pale stars through the quiet night
Swing with a languorous music across the deep
And bring a wonderful peace to the hearts of men.

And you, so wan, from your fearful fight,
Throb still with the pain of your thinking. The angel Sleep
Wings softly, bearing you back to the skies again.

I see you smile in the silver light,
Sleeping, a child again, whispering tremulous words
To nameless souls in the child-world beyond our ken.