And yet I Slumber by Simon Robinson

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Simon Robinson is a third year English Literature Student and has submitted this poem to Brig Arts in connection to the themes of Autumn and Winter.

And Yet I Slumber

By Simon Robinson

In her melancholy eye,

I danced for the moon;

led astray by her shadow’s lie,

to lay in a lover’s tomb.

No name on this grave,

my cries drowned by the tolling bell;

there I slept, the lonely knave,

as she wept, and snow fell.

Barren spectres left leaves

on the pale ground,

where my widow crept.

Daylight soothes her as she grieves;

and while she cried at winters sound,

quite still I laid, and to my hills kept.

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