Poem by Arthur William Symons

Love and Sleep

I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.

I loved, and have forgot,
And yet
Love tells me she will not
Forget.

She it was bid me go;
Love goes
By what strange ways, ah! no
One knows.

Because I cease to weep,
She weeps.
Here by the sea in sleep,
Love sleeps. 

1. Serata Di Fiesta
2. In The Temple
3. By The Pool Of The Third Rosses
4. The Abandoned
5. At Burgos

Algernon Swinburne Love and Sleep ("Lying asleep between the strokes of night")

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