IT is not death I mean, Nor even forgetfulness, But healthful human sleep, Dreamless, and still, and deep, Where I would hide and glean Some heavenly balm to bless. I would not die; I long To live, to see my days Bud once again, and bloom, And make amidst them room For thoughts like birds of song, Out-winging happy ways. I would not even forget: Only, a little while -- Just now -- I cannot bear Remembrance with despair; The years are coming yet When I shall look, and smile. Not now -- oh, not to-night! Too clear on midnight's deep Come voice and hand and touch; The heart aches overmuch -- Hush sounds! shut out the light! A little I must sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE FLIRT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MY SWEET BROWN GAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP |