THE SLEEPERS
THE SLEEPERS
A batteredroof where stars went trippingWith silver feet,A broken roof whence rain came dripping,Yet rest was sweet.A dug-out where the rats ran squeakingUnder the ground,And out in front the poor dead reeking!Yet sleep was sound.No longer house or dug-out keeping,Within a cellOf brown and bloody earth they’re sleeping;Oh they sleep well.Thrice blessed sleep, the balm of sorrow!Thrice blessed eyesSealed up till on some doomsday morrowThe sun arise!
A batteredroof where stars went trippingWith silver feet,A broken roof whence rain came dripping,Yet rest was sweet.A dug-out where the rats ran squeakingUnder the ground,And out in front the poor dead reeking!Yet sleep was sound.No longer house or dug-out keeping,Within a cellOf brown and bloody earth they’re sleeping;Oh they sleep well.Thrice blessed sleep, the balm of sorrow!Thrice blessed eyesSealed up till on some doomsday morrowThe sun arise!
A batteredroof where stars went trippingWith silver feet,A broken roof whence rain came dripping,Yet rest was sweet.
A batteredroof where stars went tripping
With silver feet,
A broken roof whence rain came dripping,
Yet rest was sweet.
A dug-out where the rats ran squeakingUnder the ground,And out in front the poor dead reeking!Yet sleep was sound.
A dug-out where the rats ran squeaking
Under the ground,
And out in front the poor dead reeking!
Yet sleep was sound.
No longer house or dug-out keeping,Within a cellOf brown and bloody earth they’re sleeping;Oh they sleep well.
No longer house or dug-out keeping,
Within a cell
Of brown and bloody earth they’re sleeping;
Oh they sleep well.
Thrice blessed sleep, the balm of sorrow!Thrice blessed eyesSealed up till on some doomsday morrowThe sun arise!
Thrice blessed sleep, the balm of sorrow!
Thrice blessed eyes
Sealed up till on some doomsday morrow
The sun arise!