Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds cover Wails that sorrow should always keep Watch, nor see in the gloom above her Sleep. Down, through darkness naked and steep, Sinks, and the wings of his comforts cover Close the soul, though her wound be deep. Good beloved of us, all men's lover, All most weary that smile or weep Feel thee afar or anear them hover, Sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS DRINKING SONG (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |