SLEEP BRINGS NO JOY

Sleep brings no joy to me,
Remembrance never dies;
My soul is given to misery,
And lives in sighs.

Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead,
My wakening eyes may
never see,
Surround my bed.

Sleep brings no strength to me,
In soundest sleep they come,
And with their doleful imagery
Deepen the gloom.

Sleep bring no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.

Sleep brings no friend to me,
To sooth and aid to bear;
They all gaze on, oh, how
scornfully,
And I despair.

Sleep brings no wish to knit
My harassed heart beneath;
My only wish is to forget
In the sleep of death.



sleep brings no joy by emily bronte