MY bed is so empty that I keep on waking up: As the cold increases, the night-wind begins to blow. It rustles the curtains, making a noise like the sea: Oh that those were waves which could carry me back to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER THE SURPRISE AT TICONDEROGA [MAY 10, 1775] by MARY ANNA PHINNEY STANSBURY THE LEAPING POLL by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY |