My Sister's Sleep

Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828 (London) – 1882 (Birchington-on-Sea)



She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:
         At length the long-ungranted shade
         Of weary eyelids overweigh'd
     The pain nought else might yet relieve.

     Our mother, who had lean'd all day
         Over the bed from chime to chime,
         Then rais'd herself for the first time,
     And as she sat her down, did pray.

     Her little work-table was spread
       With work to finish. For the glare
       Made by her candle, she had care
   To work some distance from the bed.

   Without, there was a cold moon up,
       Of winter radiance sheer and thin;
       The hollow halo it was in
   Was like an icy crystal cup.

   Through the small room, with subtle sound
       Of flame, by vents the fireshine drove
       And redden'd. In its dim alcove
   The mirror shed a clearness round.

   I had been sitting up some nights,
       And my tired mind felt weak and blank;
       Like a sharp strengthening wine it drank
   The stillness and the broken lights.

   Twelve struck. That sound, by dwindling years
       Heard in each hour, crept off; and then
       The ruffled silence spread again,
   Like water that a pebble stirs.

   Our mother rose from where she sat:
       Her needles, as she laid them down,
       Met lightly, and her silken gown
   Settled: no other noise than that.

   "Glory unto the Newly Born!"
       So, as said angels, she did say;
       Because we were in Christmas Day,
   Though it would still be long till morn.

   Just then in the room over us
       There was a pushing back of chairs,
       As some who had sat unawares
   So late, now heard the hour, and rose.

   With anxious softly-stepping haste
       Our mother went where Margaret lay,
       Fearing the sounds o'erhead--should they
   Have broken her long watch'd-for rest!

   She stoop'd an instant, calm, and turn'd;
       But suddenly turn'd back again;
       And all her features seem'd in pain
   With woe, and her eyes gaz'd and yearn'd.

   For my part, I but hid my face,
       And held my breath, and spoke no word:
       There was none spoken; but I heard
   The silence for a little space.

   Our mother bow'd herself and wept:
       And both my arms fell, and I said,
       "God knows I knew that she was dead."
   And there, all white, my sister slept.

   Then kneeling, upon Christmas morn
       A little after twelve o'clock
       We said, ere the first quarter struck,
     "Christ's blessing on the newly born!"

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 29, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABBA CDDC EFFE GHHG IJJI KLLK XMMX NOON PCCP XQQX XCCX RMXR STTS UEEU PXXP
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 2,401
Words 396
Stanzas 15
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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