Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THERE REMAINETH THEREFORE A REST FOR THE PEOPLE OF GOD', by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Come blessed sleep, most full, most perfect, come Last Line: And thou, with john, shalt lie upon my breast Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina Subject(s): Death; Calm; Sleep; Weariness | ||||||||
I 'Ye have forgotten tlie exhortation. ' Come, blessed sleep, most full, most perfect, come: Come, sleep, if so I may forget the whole; Forget my body and forget my soul, Forget how long life is and troublesome. Come, happy sleep, to soothe my heart or numb, Arrest my weary spirit or control: Till light be dark to me from pole to pole, And winds and echoes and low songs be dumb. Come, sleep, and lap me into perfect calm, Lap me from all the world and weariness: Come, secret sleep, with thine un-uttered psalm, Safe sheltering in a hidden cool recess: Come, heavy dreamless sleep, and close and press Upon mine eyes thy fingers dropping balm. II 'Which speaketh unto you as unto childre.' Art thou so weary then, poor thirsty soul? Have patience, in due season thou shalt sleep. Mount yet a little while, the path is steep: Strain yet a little while to reach the goal: Do battle with thyself, achieve, control: Till night come down with blessed slumber deep As love, and seal thine eyes no more to weep Through long tired vigils while the planets roll. Have patience, for thou too shalt sleep at length, Lapt in the pleasant shade of Paradise. My Hands that bled for thee shall close thine eyes, My Heart that bled for thee shall be thy rest: I will sustain with everlasting strength. And thou, with John, shalt lie upon My breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPERIAL NOSTALGIAS: 4 by CESAR VALLEJO BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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