I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose.
Many a road and track
That, since the dawn's first crack,
Up to the forest brink,
Deceived the travellers,
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink.
Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends,
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.
There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave alone
I know not how.
The tall forest towers;
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way
And myself.
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beautiful poem...
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Everyone have some jobs or work to do.They cannot withstand the lure of sleep and have to succumb to it whether they like it or not.Sleep is more delicious and soothing than the noblest deeds.Beautiful faces and interesting books are left aside and a person enters into UNCONCIOUSNESS.It appears to the poet that the forest of sleep into which he has entered is getting darker and darker on account of its leaves.The darkness goes on assuming a threatning attitude.The poet feels the silence around him and falls a prey to the imperious and treacherous command of sleep.Forest is a recurring symbol in Thoma's poetry.It is used for experiances not susceptible to explanation.It is connected with his well known melancholy.
THE TALL FOREST TOWERS;
ITS CLOUDY FOLIAGE LOWERS,
AHEAD,SHELF ABOVE SHELF
ITS SILENCE I HEAR AND OBEY
THAT I MAY LOSE MY WAY
AND MYSELF.
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