Sleeping At Last


Christina Rossetti

Sleeping at last, the trouble & tumult over,

Sleeping at last, the struggle & horror past,

Cold & white out of sight of friend & of lover,

Sleeping at last.

No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,

No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,

Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.

Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover

Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.

Under the purple thyme and the purple clover

Sleeping at last.


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