SWEET IS THE OBLIVION OF SLEEP

by: Elsa Barker (1869-1954)

weet is the oblivion of sleep;

But sweeter far is the sleep beyond oblivion, where I wait in the shades that are cast by no form.

When you weep you deaden the sound of my voice, which never rises above a whisper,

And the faintest whispering of your heart can reach me,

Though I am far, far off.

Is not the world fair?

It is one of many worlds, and each is fairer than the one behind it.

The last one of all ...

But why should I blind you with beauty?

When the clock ticks it is calling you to something?

Can you guess what?

When the sun rises it is lighting your way to somewhere.

Why do you not rise and seek the place?

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