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...THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |