Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

The Best Of All - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

Sleep and turn and sleep again,
Spite of the morning birds.
I am weary of strife with men,
Weary of fruitless words.

Once I traveled in blossomed ways,
Ere I had learned to weep.
Sleep is better than loveless days.
Death is better than sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012



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