LO, I am weary of all, Of men and their love and their hate; I have been long enough Life's thrall And the toy of a tyrant Fate. I would have nothing but rest, I would not struggle again; Take me now to thy breast, Earth, sweet mother of men. Hide me and let me sleep; Give me a lonely tomb So close and so dark and so deep I shall hear no trumpet of doom. There let me lie forgot When the dead at its blast are gone; Give me to hear it not, But only to slumber on. This is the fate I crave, For I look to the end and see If there be not rest in the grave There will never be rest for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY |