O SLEEP, we are beholden to thee, sleep, Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child. Once I did sweep Through space with thee, and lo, a dazzling sight -- Stars! They came on, I felt their drawing and might; And some had dark companions. Once (I weep When I remember that) we sailed the tide, And found fair isles, where no isles used to bide, And met there my lost love, who said to me, @3That 'twas a long mistake: he had not died.@1 Sleep, in the world to come how strange't will be Never to want, never to wish for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE NO PLEDGES by FLORA J. ARNSTEIN THE MYSTERIOUS GUEST by FOWLER BRADNACK |