THE cypress curtain of the night is spread, And over all a silent dew is cast. The weaker cares, by sleep are conquered: But I alone, with hideous grief aghast, In spite of Morpheus' charms, a watch do keep Over mine eyes, to banish careless sleep. Yet oft my trembling eyes through faintness close, And then the map of Hell before me stands; Which ghosts do see, and I am one of those Ordained to pine in sorrow's endless bands, Since from my wretched soul all hopes are reft And now no cause of life to me is left. Grief, seize my soul! for that will still endure When my crazed body is consumed and gone; Bear it to thy black den! there keep it sure Where thou ten thousand souls dost tire upon! Yet all do not afford such food to thee As this poor one, the worser part of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP by ROBERT BROWNING VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |