Sleep, unforgotten sorrow, sleep awhile; Make even awhile as tho' I might forget, Let the wound staunch thy tedious fingers fret Till once again I look abroad and smile Warmed in the sunlight: let no tears defile This hour's content, no conscious thorns beset My path; O sorrow slumber, slumber yet A moment, rouse not yet the smouldering pile. So shalt thou wake again with added strength O unforgotten sorrow, stir again The slackening fire, refine the lulling pain To quickened torture and a subtler edge: The wrung cord snaps at last; beneath the wedge The toughest oak groans long but rends at length. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE OTHER SIDE OF A MIRROR by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AN OLD CASTLE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |