Sleeping At Last

rossetti_christina.jpgSleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.

No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.

Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover
Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover
Sleeping at last

Christina Rossetti

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One Reply to “Sleeping At Last”

  1. Lovely, lovely poem. I’m so glad that Christina Rossetti’s poetry has been getting more attention in recent years. She was so talented and led such an interesting life. Thanks for posting this!

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