Tis quiet
When I wake
The rest, in sleepful slumber
Not me,I partake
The bitterwine of insomnia
Sometimes, sips alone
Bare enough to fill a quill.
Sometimes, cups so deep
That one forgets the state
Called sleep, and tours
The town, called Stumble
Tonight's draught, a nip or two
Just enough, to say to you
Treasure the wakeful nights
When you sit and delight
In the quiettetude of a house a'slumber
All loved, all safe, and well
This is the ***** of a pilfered night
Taken from the restful isle
To watch and pray, and smile.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Tis quiet
When I wake
The rest, in sleepful slumber
Not me,I partake
The bitterwine of insomnia
Sometimes, sips alone
Bare enough to fill a quill.
Sometimes, cups so deep
That one forgets the state
Called sleep, and tours
The town, called Stumble
Tonight's draught, a nip or two
Just enough, to say to you
Treasure the wakeful nights
When you sit and delight
In the quiettetude of a house a'slumber
All loved, all safe, and well
This is the ***** of a pilfered night
Taken from the restful isle
To watch and pray, and smile.
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