Poems by Themis

Dead Sleep

Dead sleep. — And are You watching over my sleep?

How grey and stony pass the days, the nights

More grey and blacker still; not one flame lights

The ashen senses, the mute mouth, the deep-

Sunk heart; no blood-streams pulse, no fresh

breaths sweep;

And mind, struck numb, has folded all its flights.

Are these the days of Death? The ancient rites

That sealed the sarcophagus on our leap

To immortality? No other way

But this? Eternal yearnings rock-immured

Within inconscient worlds slow tunnel through

To hells of senseless drouth, so fast secured,

The soul's explosive core no piercing ray

Can set aflame and free. And where are You?

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