Past the Eleventh Hour
Virginia Salter

it’s way  past time to be in bed and I should surely go,
but I have had a nap du jour and the Sandman I don’t know

so I shall write and I shall pose ideas of blithering kind
until mine eyes are heavy laden or I have lost my mind

the dark of night is fastly deep, as deep as pitch it is
the clock chimed three-quarter past the ‘leventh hour, and I don’t know what gives

alas, me thinks the numbness comes to settle on my brow
and dizzy up my thoughts and words as unto to sleep I bow

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alas, alack, I must tell you, Sir, the hour’s after dawn
for sleep did come in the middle, Sir, and I met it with a yawn

a yawn, a stretch, a somnambulant pace-----
and now I’ve met a whole new day, by His love and by His grace

© June 7,  2000