Let me sleep on! I would not waken yet, Or leave too soon the peaceful realm of dreams! There, lulled by placid Lethe, I forget The tumult raging on Earth's roaring streams; Doubt not that, later, I shall surely meet With steadfast soul Day's ceaseless, sordid strife, But now I crave again that strangely sweet Oblivion of life; -- That tranquil sleep, whose cooling shadow stills The throbbing forehead and the fevered brain, Which soothes to rest all sense of present ills, Of poignant sorrow and persistent pain; O gift divine, O boon beyond compare, God's benediction at the evening's close, The antidote of grief, the cure of care, The kingdom of repose! Too late . . . the spell is broken . . . I awake; How swift the rush of memory's turning tide, Whose ruthless waves the will's frail barriers break, And flood the cells where consciousness would hide! Alas, how mad and fierce the world appears! How dark and ominous the future seems! I rise to face them . . . yet recall through tears The quiet land of dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |