Oh if it be more meet to weep,
Let flow my tears.
Though ne’er so fain, so fain for sleep
Through weary years.
The clock’s tick and the dark’s dull thrill,
My fever-glow,
And thoughts of her the long hours fill
That come and go.
sleep, my burning lids to seal,
O tears that wet,
Why come ye not my soul to heal,
Or let forget.
No, not forget: better to burn,
Better to lie
Thus seared, awake, than turn
To Death and die.
I dread not Death, but, ah, I dread
Not to remember
Who took my heart life-thrilled and red,
And left gray ember.
(Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke)
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