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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLEEP, by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER First Line: In a tangled, scented hollow Last Line: Death and sleep, who came unsought. | |||
IN a tangled, scented hollow, On a bed of crimson roses, Stilly now the wind reposes; Hardly can the breezes borrow Breath to stir the night-swept river. Motionless the water-sedges, And within the dusky hedges Sounds no leaf's impatient shiver. Sleep has come, that rare rest-giver. Light and song have flown away With the sun and twilight swallow; Scarcely will the unknown morrow Bring again so sweet a day. Song was born of Joy and Thought; Light, of Love and her caress. Nothing's left me but a tress; Death and Sleep the rest have wrought -- Death and Sleep, who came unsought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST FIGHT by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER THE OLD CONSERVATIVE by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER by THOMAS MOORE A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |
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