Sleep Brings No Joy
Robert Owens, Emily Brontë
Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance never dies;
My soul is given to misery
And lives in sighs
Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead
My wakening eyes may never see
Surround my bed
Sleep brings no hope to me;
In soundest sleep they come
And with their doleful imagery
Deepen the gloom
Sleep brings no strength to me
No power renewed to brave:
I only sail a wilder sea
A darker wave
Sleep brings no friеnd to me
To soothe and aid to bear;
Thеy all gaze on - how scornfully!
And I despair
