The Best Of All Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

The Best Of All

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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.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,sleep
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Gamaliel Bradford

Gamaliel Bradford

Boston, Massachusetts
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