IT is not death I mean, Nor even forgetfulness, But healthful human sleep, Dreamless, and still, and deep, Where I would hide and glean Some heavenly balm to bless. I would not die; I long To live, to see my days Bud once again, and bloom, And make amidst them room For thoughts like birds of song, Out-winging happy ways. I would not even forget: Only, a little while -- Just now -- I cannot bear Remembrance with despair; The years are coming yet When I shall look, and smile. Not now -- oh, not to-night! Too clear on midnight's deep Come voice and hand and touch; The heart aches overmuch -- Hush sounds! shut out the light! A little I must sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN WOODBINES IN OCTOBER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CUPS OF ILLUSION by HENRY BELLAMANN WILDERNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |