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"WHEN MY BELOVED SLEEPING LIES"
When my beloved sleeping lies
I cannot look at him for tears,
Such
mournful peace is on his eyes.
A look of lonely death he wears,
And graven very calm and deep
Lie all
the sorrows of old years.
He is so passionless in sleep,
With all his strength relaxed to rest;
I
cannot see him and not weep.
For weakness life has not confessed
And shadowed scars of old
mistakes,
I take his head upon my breast,
And hold my dearest till he
wakes.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
