ALL night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger breast, Shed tears, like a task not to be put away -- In the false light, false grief in my happy bed, A labor of tears, held against joy's undoing. I would not wake at your word. I had tears to say. I caught at the bars of the dream, and they were said, And pain's derisive hand had given me rest From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing. |