“Come hither, Child! And rest:
This is the end of the day,
Behold the weary West!
“Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man’s toil and children’s play:
Come hither, Child! And rest.”
Ernest Dowson, “Villanelle of Sunset”
My brother’s favorite non-classical poet and by extension mine. No poet ever, in my mind, was as skilled at turning sorrow into sweetness.