Other formats

    TEI XML file   ePub eBook file  


    mail icontwitter iconBlogspot iconrss icon

The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 7, Issue 9 (April 1, 1933)



Ah, let me sleep.
You know my heart is breaking
With gold dead dreams that thronged my yesterday.
So would I sleep past any hope of waking
Back to a world grown old and cold and grey.
Ah, let me sleep.
For me there is no wonder
In these old pomps—this show and pageantry;
So turns my soul, abashed and torn asunder,
Back to the dark, as sea birds to the sea.
Ah, let me sleep.
Lo, from the stress and friction—
From the young dawn—its flame and fire and light,
My blind soul yearns t'wards life's last benediction—
The dreamless sleep, that ends in endless night.

* * *