Night-Piece
Read 'Night-Piece' by 'Siegfried Sassoon' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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 5
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: 10
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.
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