Emily Brontë
Sleep Brings No Joy to Me
Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance never dies;
My soul is given to misery
And lives in sighs

Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead
My wakening eyes may never see
Surround my bed

Sleep brings no hope to me;
In soundest sleep they come
And with their doleful imagery
Deepen the gloom

Sleep brings no strength to me
No power renewed to brave:
I only sail a wilder sea
A darker wave

Sleep brings no friend to me
To soothe and aid to bear;
They all gaze on - how scornfully!
And I despair