THOUGHT DOTH MY SLUMBER STEAL

~Vz Vualnam


Thought doth my slumber steal
For ‘tis not on my bed
I toil all day, my thought all night
And night is a fertile field
For to grow the seed of thought
Moonlight like the life giving sun
Softly on the seed doth fall
And the seed burgeoneth forth
The night’s breeze is like the monsoon
An aliment to the sprouting seed
The moonlight shall ne’er fade
The night’s breeze shall ne’er stand still
And doth this toiling
Each toil of the day, and of the night
Enfeeble this infirm body of mine
If night be a travail as the day
Where shall its rest my body find
Oh, in her bosom sweet!

©Siamsinna leh Vakiangbu

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