R. F. Murray [32]
We will not importune, as others do, With tears and cries, the keeper of the door, But wait till our appointed hour comes round.
NIGHTFALL
Let me sleep. The day is past, And the folded shadows keep Weary mortals safe and fast. Let me sleep.
I am all too tired to weep For the sunlight of the Past Sunk within the drowning deep.
Treasured vanities I cast In an unregarded heap. Time has given rest at last. Let me sleep.
IN TIME OF SICKNESS
Lost Youth, come back again! Laugh at weariness and pain. Come not in dreams, but come in truth, Lost Youth.
Sweetheart of long ago, Why do you haunt me so? Were you not glad to part, Sweetheart?
Still Death, that draws so near, Is it hope you bring, or fear? Is it only ease of breath, Still Death?
Footnotes:
{1} Mr. Butler lectures on Physics, or, as it is called in Scotland, Natural Philosophy.
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NIGHTFALL
Let me sleep. The day is past, And the folded shadows keep Weary mortals safe and fast. Let me sleep.
I am all too tired to weep For the sunlight of the Past Sunk within the drowning deep.
Treasured vanities I cast In an unregarded heap. Time has given rest at last. Let me sleep.
IN TIME OF SICKNESS
Lost Youth, come back again! Laugh at weariness and pain. Come not in dreams, but come in truth, Lost Youth.
Sweetheart of long ago, Why do you haunt me so? Were you not glad to part, Sweetheart?
Still Death, that draws so near, Is it hope you bring, or fear? Is it only ease of breath, Still Death?
Footnotes:
{1} Mr. Butler lectures on Physics, or, as it is called in Scotland, Natural Philosophy.
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