Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[To thee, sweet Sleep, do I address my prayer]
To thee, sweet Sleep, do I address my prayer,Fair bride of Death! that most tremendous Gloom;
Oh! make my couch the shadow of the tomb;
But let the phantoms of the past frown there!—
To those that love their pain and bless their care,
Waftdreams, deep dreams of life:—Iloathe my doom—
I ask but Hope—Fear Memory now to o'ercome.
Life's pageants are but painted—poisoned air!
Crush down, my soul, to stillness—thought by thought!
Lie with the monumental marble's weight
Upon its swelling strength!—the oppressed, the o'erwrought,
May thus be won to peace, e'er yet too late.
Sleep! thy dark consort's part be thou now taught;
But act it in my Soul!—wrung, pierced by tyrannous Fate!
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