Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind, <br /> Has passed me by; <br />Afar I see her vesture, velvet-lined, <br /> Float silently; <br />O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need of thee! <br />Is thy sweet kiss not meant to-night for me? <br /> <br />Peace, with the blessings that I longed for so, <br /> Has passed me by; <br />Where'er she folds her holy wings I know <br /> All tempests die; <br />O! Peace, my tired soul had need of thee! <br />Is thy sweet kiss denied alone to me? <br /> <br />Love, with her heated touches, passion-stirred, <br /> Has passed me by. <br />I called, "O stay thy flight," but all unheard <br /> My lonely cry: <br />O! Love, my tired heart had need of thee! <br />Is thy sweet kiss withheld alone from me? <br /> <br />Sleep, sister-twin of Peace, my waking eyes <br /> So weary grow! <br />O! Love, thou wanderer from Paradise, <br /> Dost thou not know <br />How oft my lonely heart has cried to thee? <br />But Thou, and Sleep, and Peace, come not to me.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overlooked/
