ANSWER ME, PLEASE! : SONNET 179

Answer Me, Please!

Sonnet 179

Will I survive the night that's layin' the bed

For me and calling me to go to sleep

In her indistinct arms; "No dread... no dread..",

Her cradlesinging me for falling deep?

Will I be able to behold the morrow

As it unfolds its sunny splendors wide,

Over the dew-fill'd medow, drifting billow,

And pluck from heaven my lost peace and pride?

Won't the night betray me, yielding me

Into the eternal hands of death; that when

My fighting mind has stray'd away from body,

I will fore'er be held in darkness then?

But the night does wake me up to the day.

Why then the questions do return, please say.

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