The Promise of Sleep - Amy Levy
Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind,
The dreams from out thy breast;
No joy for thee--but thou shalt find
Thy rest
All day I could not work for woe,
I could not work nor rest;
The trouble drove me to and fro,
Like a leaf on the storm's breast.
Night came and saw my sorrow cease;
Sleep in the chamber stole;
Peace crept about my limbs, and peace
Fell on my stormy soul.
And now I think of only this,--
How I again may woo
The gentle sleep-- who promises
That death is gentle too.
madhura
19-Aug-2023 03:06 PM
nice
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Rajan Gupta
02-Jul-2023 07:38 PM
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Rajan Gupta
05-Jul-2023 07:37 AM
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Rajan Gupta
02-Jul-2023 07:34 PM
really enjoyed reading it.
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