When you lie sleeping; golden hair
Tossed on your pillow, seashell pink
Ears that nestle, I forbear
A moment while I look and think
How you are mine, and if I dare
To bend and kiss you lying there.
A Raphael in the flesh! Resist
I cannot, though to break your sleep
Is thoughtless of me—you are kissed,
And roused from slumber dreamless, deep—
You rub away the slumber's mist,
You scold and almost weep.
It is too bad to wake you so,
Just for a kiss. But when awake
You sing and dance, nor seem to know
You slept a sleep too deep to break,
From which I roused you long ago
For nothing but my passion's sake—
What though your heart should ache!
I am busy working to bring Edgar Lee Masters's "The Awakening" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the home page for other musical arrangements or learn more about Edgar Lee Masters's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "The Awakening" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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