The Latmian Shepherd

The moon's a drowsy fool to-night
Wrapped in fleecy clouds and white;
And all the while Endymion
Sleeps on Latmos top alone

Not a single star is seen:
They are gathered round their queen
Keeping vigil by her bed
Patient and unwearied

Now the poet drops his pen
And moves about like other men:
Tom o' Bedlam now is still
And sleeps beneath the hawthorn'd hill

Only the Latmian shepherd deems
Something missing from his dreams
And tosses as he sleeps alone
Alas, alas, Endymion!