SLEEP.
And have I overthrown thine enmity, Thine ancient enmity, 0 Sleep, that now With-phials in thy hand, and all thy brow Dark poppy garlands, thou com’st wooing me „ With magic, sure as night. I scarce can see Thy form; I faint in thy rich breaths ; for thou Fillest my room, as might some Eastern bough, Of swaying odors thick with lethargy. • I wish my eyes could pierce thy twilight veil: If I saw triumph hovering on thy lips That thou hadst won me from the yoke of pale And earnest Fame, whose bondman never sleeps, I’d break thy spells, fling casements to the gale, And hallo' out to the adventurous ships. .... Daniel Corker in Studies. .
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New Zealand Tablet, 17 March 1921, Page 7
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116SLEEP. New Zealand Tablet, 17 March 1921, Page 7
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