Author Hazel Hall Mistily my sleep comes down. (What now of the brilliant sea?) Mistily the silken brown Darkness covers me. Quietly my sleep draws near. (What now of the wind's long flight?) Quietly comes down the dear Nothingness of night. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments