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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLEEP, by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER First Line: In a tangled, scented hollow Last Line: Death and sleep, who came unsought. | |||
IN a tangled, scented hollow, On a bed of crimson roses, Stilly now the wind reposes; Hardly can the breezes borrow Breath to stir the night-swept river. Motionless the water-sedges, And within the dusky hedges Sounds no leaf's impatient shiver. Sleep has come, that rare rest-giver. Light and song have flown away With the sun and twilight swallow; Scarcely will the unknown morrow Bring again so sweet a day. Song was born of Joy and Thought; Light, of Love and her caress. Nothing's left me but a tress; Death and Sleep the rest have wrought -- Death and Sleep, who came unsought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST FIGHT by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER THE OLD CONSERVATIVE by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH BEAUTIFUL EYES by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE APPROACH OF LOVE by LOUIS ARAGON TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG GHOST FLOWERS by ALTA SMITH BOYD ON SEEING A DROWNING MOTH by ALICE CARY |
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