Too Soon the
O, let me sleep the immortal sleep
Of one who will dream forever!
Betwixt the night and dark’ning day,
When shadows steal our souls away,
Cut free from each vain endeavour.
Alas! Thy heart could not withstand
This plain, disenchanting portent
As turns the glass from north to south
And life’s sweet breath fades from thy mouth,
Relinquishing earth’s drab torment.
Though transient as a candle flame
Thy glow diminishes never.
O, child of verse, the heavens weep
That thou succumbed to that great sleep
Of one who will dream forever.