O CEASE, sweet music, let us rest! Too soon the hateful light is born; Henceforth let day be counted night, And midnight called the morn. O cease, sweet music, let us rest! A tearful, languid spirit lies, Like the dim scent in violets, In beauty's gentle eyes. There is a sadness in sweet sound That quickens tears. O music, lest We weep with thy strange sorrow, cease! Be still, and let us rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |