Explore "Ilicet" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Friends, let him rest / In midnight now. / Desire has gone / On the weary quest / With aching brow; / Until the dawn, / Friends, let him rest.
With a boy's desire / He set the cup / To his lips to drink; / The ruddy fire / Was lifted up / At day's cool brink, / With a boy's desire.