Poems (Sill)/Desire of Sleep
T 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.
DESIRE OF SLEEP.
T 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 daysBud 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 bearRemembrance with despair; The years are coming yet When I shall look, and smile.
Not now—oh, not to-night! Too clear on midnight's deepCome voice and hand and touch;The heart aches overmuch— Hush sounds! shut out the light! A little I must sleep.