A Song

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?

by Archibald Lampman

Comments (9)

So beautiful and poetic. Without sleep night is a curse and without love life is empty.
A very nice song indeed, ......
Like time love is also deceptive. It sometimes gives us bliss and makes us happy, sometimes produces emptiness in us and makes us cry. But, the emptiness is the source of our energy of Love. The poem searches that energy through the void space of mind. Thanks PH for posting this poem. Chandan
Night! ! Soft and deep! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
'For he was blind, All light and all unkind: Oh, had he known, would he have hurt me so? '..is really so sad. A very nice poem on lost love. Loved it.
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