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...SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |