Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SLEEP, by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER


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SLEEP, by                    
First Line: In a tangled, scented hollow
Last Line: Death and sleep, who came unsought.


IN a tangled, scented hollow,
On a bed of crimson roses,
Stilly now the wind reposes;
Hardly can the breezes borrow
Breath to stir the night-swept river.
Motionless the water-sedges,
And within the dusky hedges
Sounds no leaf's impatient shiver.
Sleep has come, that rare rest-giver.

Light and song have flown away
With the sun and twilight swallow;
Scarcely will the unknown morrow
Bring again so sweet a day.
Song was born of Joy and Thought;
Light, of Love and her caress.
Nothing's left me but a tress;
Death and Sleep the rest have wrought --
Death and Sleep, who came unsought.





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