O CEASE, sweet music, let us rest! Too soon the hateful light is born; Henceforth let day be counted night, And midnight called the morn. O cease, sweet music, let us rest! A tearful, languid spirit lies, Like the dim scent in violets, In beauty's gentle eyes. There is a sadness in sweet sound That quickens tears. O music, lest We weep with thy strange sorrow, cease! Be still, and let us rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HAPPY DAYS WHEN I WER YOUNG by WILLIAM BARNES THE IVORY GATE: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |