Siegfried Sassoon

Here you will find the Poem Night-Piece of poet Siegfried Sassoon

Night-Piece

Ye hooded witches, baleful shapes that moan, 
Quench your fantastic lanterns and be still; 
For now the moon through heaven sails alone, 
Shedding her peaceful rays from hill to hill. 
The faun from out his dim and secret place
Draws nigh the darkling pool and from his dream 
Half-wakens, seeing there his sylvan face 
Reflected, and the wistful eyes that gleam. 

To his cold lips he sets the pipe to blow 
Some drowsy note that charms the listening air:
The dryads from their trees come down and creep 
Near to his side; monotonous and low, 
He plays and plays till at the woodside there 
Stirs to the voice of everlasting sleep.