Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: It is my love that keeps mine eye awake; Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake: For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI THE CLINGING VINE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON AN EPILOGUE TO THE STEALING OF DIONYSOS: IACHOS SPEAKING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A TOAST, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF RODNEY'S VICTORY by ROBERT BURNS |