Simon Robinson is a third year English Literature Student and has submitted this poem to Brig Arts in connection to the themes of Autumn and Winter.
And Yet I Slumber
By Simon Robinson
In her melancholy eye,
I danced for the moon;
led astray by her shadow’s lie,
to lay in a lover’s tomb.
No name on this grave,
my cries drowned by the tolling bell;
there I slept, the lonely knave,
as she wept, and snow fell.
Barren spectres left leaves
on the pale ground,
where my widow crept.
Daylight soothes her as she grieves;
and while she cried at winters sound,
quite still I laid, and to my hills kept.
