TIME comes to grief as Sleep to weariness -- On silent sandals and with shadowy hair Sleep bends to soothe the fretful daytime care, And Time unto my grief shall do no less. But yet a little and his hands shall press Above the weeping eyes and close them there, Above the trembling lips, till all despair Lie like a sleeping child in his caress. And when my sorrow wakes it will not be My sorrow any more, for I shall smile, Beholding it, to know it comforted; No sorrow, but a gracious memory That still may walk with me a little while At twilight, or when April boughs are spread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED by WALT WHITMAN THE DAWN PATROL by PAUL BEWSHER OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE CRY 'INFIDEL' by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL THE PARROT; A DOMESTIC ANECDOTE by THOMAS CAMPBELL FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: TO JOHN MOUNSON, SON AND HEIR TO SIR THOMAS by THOMAS CAMPION |