Friday, September 14, 2018

A Song / Archibald Lampman

Oh night and sleep, 
Ye are so soft and deep, 
I am so weary, come ye soon to me. 
Oh hours that creep, 
With so much time to weep, 
I am so tired, can ye no swifter be? 

Come, night, anear; 
I'll whisper in thine ear 
What makes me so unhappy, full of care; 
Dear night, I die 
For love that all men buy 
With tears, and know not it is dark despair. 

Dear night, I pray, 
How is it that men say 
That love is sweet? It is not sweet to me. 
For one boy's sake 
A poor girl's heart must break; 
So sweet, so true, and yet it could not be! 

Oh, I loved well, 
Such love as none can tell: 
It was so true, it could not make him know: 
For he was blind, 
All light and all unkind: 
Oh, had he known, would he have hurt me so? 

Oh night and sleep, 
Ye are so soft and deep, 
I am so weary, come ye soon to me. 
Oh hours that creep, 
With so much time to weep, 
I am so tired, can ye no swifter be?

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