Author Samuel J. Imber From behind white vapors I shall bring you to your rest. I shall rouse the slumbrous streams that dream of your last songs. I shall present to you silver jugs with blue flames. Let my bow draw over your strings. Let the gold of your sound redden. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments