 | The poetical works of Edward Rowland Sill |  |
312
DESIRE OF SLEEP
It is not death I mean,
Nor even forgetfulness,
But healthful human sleep,
Dreamless, and still, and deep,
Where I would hide and glean
Some heavenly balm to bless.
Nor even forgetfulness,
But healthful human sleep,
Dreamless, and still, and deep,
Where I would hide and glean
Some heavenly balm to bless.
I would not die; I long
To live, to see my days
Bud once again, and bloom,
And make amidst them room
For thoughts like birds of song,
Out-winging happy ways.
To live, to see my days
Bud once again, and bloom,
And make amidst them room
For thoughts like birds of song,
Out-winging happy ways.
I would not even forget:
Only, a little while—
Just now—I cannot bear
Remembrance with despair;
The years are coming yet
When I shall look, and smile.
Only, a little while—
Just now—I cannot bear
Remembrance with despair;
The years are coming yet
When I shall look, and smile.
Not now—oh, not to-night!
Too clear on midnight's deep
Come voice and hand and touch;
The heart aches overmuch—
Hush sounds! shut out the light!
A little I must sleep.
Too clear on midnight's deep
313
The heart aches overmuch—
Hush sounds! shut out the light!
A little I must sleep.
| The poetical works of Edward Rowland Sill | |