In night, when colors all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye -- a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having power of sight -- Gives vain alarums to the inward sense Where fear, stirred up with witty tyranny, Confounds all powers, and through self-offence, Doth forge and raise impossibility, Such as in thick, depriving darknesses Proper reflections of the error be, And images of self-confusednesses Which hurt imaginations only see -- And from this nothing seen, tells news of devils, Which but expressions be of inward evils. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FECUNDI CALICES by BACCHYLIDES NIGHT IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD TRAVELLING GIPSIES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE IN YOUR ABSENCE by ELIZABETH BAXTER |