I
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Flight
Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not sleep, my sister dear!
How can you sleep? the morning brings the day I hate and fear;
The cock has crow’d already once, he crows before his time;
Awake! the creeping glimmer steals, the hills are white with rime.