Author Harry Lyman Koopman We know not when we fall asleep, But only that we wake; Herein may they who death foreweep A cheering lesson take. We shall not know when last we grope In Earth's descending night, But only that our eyes we ope On Heaven's morning light. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments