It's dark, child, snatcher of sparks! No more are there nights, days are no more; Sleep . . . waiting for everyone to come Who said: Never! Who told you: Forever! Do you hear their steps? . . . How far away they are: Oh, the delicate tread! -Love has wings . . . It's dark, child, snatcher of sparks! Do you hear their voices? . . . Coffins have no ears. Sleep: They weigh but little, all your immortal flowers; Nor will they be coming, your friends the bears, To tumble their cobblestone over your fair ones . . . It's dark, child, snatcher of sparks! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI GROWING OLD by KARLE WILSON BAKER MY LITTLE TASK by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SUBH-I-KAZIB by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LONG TRUCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |