Raise from your bed of languor. Raise from your bed of dismay. Your friends will not come tomorrow. As they did not come today. You must rely on yourself, they said, You must rely on yourself, Oh but I find this pill so bitter said the poor man. As he took it from the shelf. Crying, O sweet Death come to me. Come to me for company, Sweet Death it is only you I can. Constrain for company.
Stevie SmithAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: british
- Born: September 20, 1902
- Died: March 7, 1971
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