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?
POEMS BY ELSA BARKER
|"Sweet Is the Oblivion of Sleep" is reprinted from Songs of a Vagrom Angel. Elsa Barker. New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1916.