Versos English John Reade Was I asleep? I came not here to sleep

English poem

Was I asleep? I came not here to sleep

by (1826–)

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Was I asleep? I came not here to sleep. O poor old eyes, sorrow has made you weak. My sons! No, nought has touched them. O, how cold! Cold, cold! O stars of God, have pity on me, Poor lonely woman! O my sons, Saul’s sons! Kind stars, watch with me; let no evil beast Rend that dear flesh. O God of Israel, Pardon my sins! My heart is broken!