A Promise To a Maiden
O tortured maiden that sleep eludes!
Whence comes your dread of lurid nights,
of shades that inspire your anxious moods
and fainting heart when off are the lights?
Now and anon you are beset
each night by your perplexing fears
of death and dying; their onset
feeds your nightmares and brings you tears.
The fear of Death thus steals your sleep
and robs you of your required rest;
you wilt and flag like errant sheep
that’s deaf to their shepherd’s behest.
But have no fear!—for as your friend
I shall remain for evermore
and will not leave until time's end
so you can thrive and not before.
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