Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE NIGHT WATCHES, by ALICE MARLAND WELLINGTON ROLLINS First Line: Sleep visits not my eyelids; yet I rest Last Line: The low, soft breathing of my ailing child. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
SLEEP visits not my eyelids; yet I rest In a content more deep than any sleep; Nay, rapt in joy my vigil here I keep, With trembling hands clasped to my eager breast. For one I love, after long hours of pain, Sleeps near me now. Think you that I could sleep, Though needless now the vigil that I keep, With the dread lifted from my heart and brain? Think you that I would sleep?--would be beguiled, Cheated of this, my joy? Nay, let me fast From sleep through long, glad hours, to hear at last The low, soft breathing of my ailing child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE THE DEATH OF AZRON by ALICE MARLAND WELLINGTON ROLLINS |
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