“They weave a slow andante as in sleep,Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white;With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keepA treachery of silence; infinite.”Arthur Symons The Andante of Snakes, st. 1.
“The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.”Arthur Symons Before the Squall, st. 1.
“I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps.”Arthur Symons Love and Sleep, st. 1.