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Now it is Loneliness who comes at night | |||
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed. | |||
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread, | |||
I watch her softly blowing out the light. | |||
Motionless sitting, neither left or right | |||
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head. | |||
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight. | |||
So, with the laurel she is garlanded. | |||
Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide | |||
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied. | |||
A strange wind flows... then silence. I am fain | |||
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand, | |||
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land | |||
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
Revision as of 07:56, 13 February 2008
| Poems ~ 'Loneliness' written by Katherine Mansfield |
| 1923. | Link to further information |
Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.
Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows... then silence. I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain
| This work is in the public domain in countries where the copyright term is the author's life plus 70 years or less. |