Submit Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Weary

 Some praise the Lord for Light,
 The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
 The healing dark.
When wearily I lie, With aching sight, With what thanksgiving I Turn out the light! When to night's drowsy deep Serene I sink, How glad am I to sleep, To cease to think! From care and fret set free, In sweet respite, With joy I peacefully Turn out the light.
Lie down thou weary one, And sink to rest; Nay, grieve not for the sun, The dark is best.
So greet with grateful breath Eternal Night, When soft the hand of Death Turns out the light.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - WearyEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Top Robert William Service Poems

Analysis and Comments on Weary

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Weary here.