The poem
Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, Deep-shadowed from the candle's guttering gold; And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder; Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head . . . . You are too young to fall asleep for ever; And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.
sadness
i love this poem so much i even cried on it