Sleep, Darksome, Deep
Paul Verlaine
Sleep, darksome, deep, Doth on me fall: Vain hopes all, sleep, Sleep, yearnings all! Lo, I grow blind! Lo, right and wrong Fade to my mind…. O sorry song! A cradle, I, Rocked in a grave: Speak low, pass by, Silence I crave!
Translated by Gertrude Hall
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