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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 27, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Sleep hath composed the anguish of my brain
Last Line: Wait for the spring, brave heart; there is no knowing.
First Line: Sleep hath composed the anguish of my brain
Last Line: Wait for the spring, brave heart; there is no knowing.
Sleep hath composed the anguish of my brain,
And ere the dawn I will arise and pray.
Strengthen me, Heaven, and attune my lay
Unto my better angel's clear refrain.
For I can hear him in the night again,
The breathless night, snow-smothered, happy, grey,
With premonition of the jocund day,
Singing a quiet carol to my pain.
Slowly, saith he, the April buds are growing
In the chill core of twigs all leafless now;
Gently, beneath the weight of last night's snowing,
Patient of winter's hand, the branches bow.
Each buried seed lacks light as much as thou.
Wait for the spring, brave heart; there is no knowing.
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