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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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Grief Grief

I, that was once so eager for the light,The vehement pomp and passion of the day,Am tired at last, and glad to steal awayAcross the dusky borders of the night.The purple darkness now is my delight,And with great stars my lonely sorrows play,As still, some proud and tragic princess mayWith diamonds make her desolation bright.Night has become a temple for my tears . . .The moon a silver shroud for my despair,And all the golden forests of the spheresHave showered their splendours on me leaf by leafTill men that meet me in the sunlight, stareTo see the shining garment of my

Spring In The South Spring In The South

Spring In The South
Beautiful as some rich embroideryThe valley lies in verdant amplitude,Great mountains--like old merchants--o'er it brood--And as a lovely woman languidlyTrailing her long blue robes, so comes the seaTo touch it softly in a wistful mood . . .The sky forgets her starry multitude,Seeing how fair mere earthly flowers can be!Glad country where the wayward feet of Spring,Moving in mystic dances, bring desire,New miracles of beauty every day . . .Where Love and sweet Delight fly wing to wingForgetful as in dreams, that bright as fireSo burn the hours of joy as swift away!(The end)Olive Custance's poem: Spring In The South