VAGRANT VERSE
FOR SLEEP. There is no way with sleep but to die each, night— Drop like a drowning swimmer in the flow Of heavy waters crushing out the light, Closing above a last thin watery glow. Unfearing and unhoping, you must ride The lonely current of a nameless stream That bears you onward toward its ocean’s tide With weight of waters heavier than dream; And down beyond the world at last you will sink ■ Deeper than time, and where all time is vain; And in the abode of sleep, as beyond the brink Of death, give up the body and the brain; Knowing you cannot wake, nor any sound Trouble your silence like a distant bell; Knowing that nothingness will close you round, And in its still embrace you will fare well. —by Bernice Kenyon in the Atlantic Monthly.
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Southland Times, Issue 21271, 18 December 1930, Page 6
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140VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 21271, 18 December 1930, Page 6
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