Vigil
By George Sterling
Sleep, though the sleeper wake! Dream, and forget the years! I am not one to break The truce of time and tears. Within the guarded brow No memories rise to weep. All is forgotten now That made you glad to sleep. Unpitying the light, But merciful the gloom; Pain enters not tonight The spirit's darkened room. May slumber's shadowy wing Be kind as this to me, Who know how night can bring Morning and memory.