LOVE AND SLEEP

By Arthur Symons

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.