My Sister’s Sleep
She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:
At length the long-ungranted
Of weary eyelids
The pain nought else might yet relieve
She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:
At length the long-ungranted
Of weary eyelids
The pain nought else might yet relieve
Sleep now,
O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart
A voice crying "Sleep now" Is heard in my heart
Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind, The dreams from out thy breast;
No joy for thee—but thou shalt find Thy
All day I could not work for woe, I could not work nor rest;
The trouble drove me to and fro, Like a leaf on the storm...
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away—-In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
A labor of tears, set against joy's u...
ME, balmy Sleep
tired nature's soft resort
On these sad temples all thy poppies shed;
And bid gay dreams, from Morpheus' airy court,
Come Sleep;
O Sleep
the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come
O my companion,
Once I awoke with a start from a dream
Do you give yourself to me utterly,
Body and no-body, flesh and
Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly,
But as a child might, with no other wish
The men who camp with
Are mostly quiet men:
And one may use a rifle,
And one may use a pen,
I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps
She who oft made me weep Now weeps
I loved, and have forgot,
Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve
Not one of these poor men who died But did within his soul believe That death for thee was glorified
Ever they watched it hovering near That mystery 'yond thought to plumb,
Perchance sometimes ...
Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds
Wails that sorrow should always
Watch, nor see in the gloom above her Sleep,
Down, through darkness naked and steep,