Lying Down Alone

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Title:     Lying Down Alone
Author: Edward Powys Mathers [More Titles by Mathers]

I shall never see your tired sleep
In the bed that you make beautiful,
Nor hardly ever be a dream
That plays by your dark hair;
Yet I think I know your turning sigh
And your trusting arm's abandonment,
For they are the picture of my night,
My night that does not end.

From the Arabic of John Duncan.

[The end]
Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Lying Down Alone

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