SISTER of sleep, healer of life, divine As rest and strong as very love may be, To set the soul that love could set not free, To bid the skies that day could bid not shine, To give the gift that life withheld was thine. With all my heart I loved one borne from me: And all my heart bows down and praises thee, Death, that hast now made grief not his but mine. O Changer of men's hearts, we would not bid thee Turn back our hearts from sorrow: this alone We bid, we pray thee, from thy sovereign throne And sanctuary sublime where heaven has hid thee, Give: grace to know of those for whom we weep That if they wake their life is sweet as sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE GRANDMOTHER'S GARDEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN AN ITALIAN BEGGAR by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A NORSE WAR-SONG, A.D. 750, FR. THE DEATH SONG OF LODBROC by WILLIAM ALEXANDER CRAIG |