<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Isles Of Sleep.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The opiate isles upon time's sea<br>In the dream-dark<br>Rise with their harbours silently<br>Before each day-abandoned bark,<br>And the worn mariner anchors there<br>Till thought, new-waked in the dewy air,<br>Sings like a lark.<br>The silent isles with their dream-shores<br>On the waves float,<br>Whereto the faint-eyed mariner oars<br>Within the dusk his eerie boat;<br>All care put by, like one who knows<br>No tide there turns and no wind blows,<br>Near or remote!<br>From day to day upon time's main<br>We sail on so,<br>Sure every night some port to gain<br>In the dream-dark where no winds blow;<br>Until we too this sea have cross'd<br>E'en like the galleons that were tost<br>Here long ago.<br>Some seem each day to sail so far,<br>They reach that shore<br>So very soon where all things are<br>As they will be for evermore;<br>Some for so many a night and day<br>Have to drift on their lonely way<br>Ere all is o'er.<br>But all sails touch the land at last:<br>The slowest come<br>As in a mist out of the past —<br>The last dream-isle fades on the foam,<br>The last stars rise, the last stars set,<br>And there is but the last day yet<br>'Tween them and home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506719" data-title="The Isles Of Sleep. de Robert Crawford" data-description="The opiate isles upon time's sea In the dream-dark Rise with their harbours silently Before each day-abandoned bark, And the worn mariner anchors there Till thought, new-waked in the dewy air, Sings like a lark. The silent isles with their dream-s..."></div> </div> </div>

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