Poem of the week: Weep you no more, sad fountains by John Dowland
Adoration of a gift of sleep
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How much her heart
can withstand painful flow
of fountains sad and blue
falling almost throughout
despite her console sleep;
these sad fountains distract
her busy days schedule
necessity for her daily bread
and share and care for fold
affection, loyalty bounteous rule.
Mountains and fountains
Rule and flow, yet care
for me a little, for it sounds
what can they do to my mind
and soul perturbed of late strong;
yes beyond redemption,
though sleep hugs me
unsteady and bold, yet relieving
me at the call of those blow
catching my weak pulse.
Now she sleeps, warm
in hug of comfort and console,
yet she knows not where
her sails are set, how and when,
yet gently in sleep’s duvet.
Me and her sail
In the same boat.
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