Poem of the Day: Edward Thomas

Lights Out 

I have come to the borders of sleep, 

The unfathomable deep 

Forest where all must lose 

Their way, however straight, 

Or winding, soon or late; 

They cannot choose. 

Many a road and track 

That, since the dawn's first crack, 

Up to the forest brink, 

Deceived the travelers, 

Suddenly now blurs, 

And in they sink. 

Here love ends, 

Despair, ambition ends; 

All pleasure and all trouble, 

Although most sweet or bitter, 

Here ends in sleep that is sweeter 

Than tasks most noble.

There is not any book 

Or face of dearest look 

That I would not turn from now 

To go into the unknown 

I must enter, and leave, alone, 

I know not how. 

The tall forest towers; 

Its cloudy foliage lowers 

Ahead, shelf above self; 

Its silence I hear and obet 

That I may lose my way 

And myself. 

--Edward Thomas