Poem by Arthur William Symons

Love and Sleep

I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.

I loved, and have forgot,
And yet
Love tells me she will not
Forget.

She it was bid me go;
Love goes
By what strange ways, ah! no
One knows.

Because I cease to weep,
She weeps.
Here by the sea in sleep,
Love sleeps. 

1. Grey Hours: Naples
2. At Glan-y-Wern
3. The Andante of Snakes
4. In Fountain Court
5. Pastel: Masks and Faces

Algernon Swinburne Love and Sleep ("Lying asleep between the strokes of night")

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