Sleep's Treachery
As the grey twilight, tiptoed down the deep And shadowy valley, to the day's dark end, She whom I thought my ever-faithful friend, Fair-browed, calm-eyed and mother-bosomed Sleep, Met me with smiles. 'Poor longing heart, I keep Sweet joy for you,' she murmured. 'I will send One whom you love, with your own soul to blend In visions, as the night hours onward creep.' I trusted her; and watched by starry beams, I slumbered soundly, free from all alarms. Then not my love, but one long banished came, Led by false Sleep, down secret stairs of dreams And clasped me, unresisting in fond arms. Oh, treacherous sleep - to sell me to such shame!
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"As the grey twilight, tiptoed down the deep..."
This evocative piece by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, titled "Sleep's Treachery", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...