Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEDTIME, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: And now ye day wch in ye morne was thine Last Line: And teach my owne, to follow thy sweet will. Subject(s): Prayer; Sleep; Wisdom | ||||||||
AND now ye Day wch in ye Morne was thine, Poor Heart, is gone, & can returne no more: Bury'd in this dark Ev'n it goes before, And tells Me yt ye next Night may be mine. Nay why not this? A surer thing is Death By far then Sleep: That nightly drowsy Mist, Which climbs into thy Braine to give Thee Rest, May by ye way obstruct thy feeble Breath. The Day is gone; & well, if onely gone, Is it not lost? Cast up thy score, & know. Ar't so much neerer Heavn, as Thou art to Thy Death; or did thy Life without Thee run? Alas it ran, & for me would not stay, Who waited on my fruitlesse Vanities. I might have travl'd far since I did rise, In praying & in studying hard to-day. Great Lord of Life & Time, reprieve Me still, Whom My owne Sentence hath condemn'd; That I May learne to live my Life before I die, And teach my owne, to follow Thy Sweet Will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN SONG: NOW THAT SHE IS HERE; FOR JOE-ANNE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISE: HAVING THE ABILITY TO PERCEIVE AND ADOPT THE BEST by LUCILLE CLIFTON WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN FOR RANDALL JARRELL, 1914-1965 by NORMAN DUBIE THE MORTAL WORDS OF ZWEIK by PHILIP LEVINE Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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