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'i Am Weary, Let Me Sleep' Post by :reginao Category :Poems Author :Olive Custance Date :November 2011 Read :2538

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"i Am Weary, Let Me Sleep"

I am weary, let me sleep
In some great embroidered bed,
With soft pillows for my head.
I am weary, let me sleep . . .
Petals of sweet roses shed
All around a perfumed heap
White as pearls, and ruby red;
Curtains closely drawn to keep
Wings of darkness o'er me spread . . .
I am weary, let me sleep
In some great embroidered bed.
Let me dream that I am dead,
Nevermore to wake and weep
In the future that I dread . . .
For the ways of life are steep . . .
I am weary, let me sleep . . .





(The end)
Olive Custance's poem: "I Am Weary, Let Me Sleep"

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