THE twilight came to soothe my furrowed care, The night to ease the edge of pallid pain, And sleep to quiet all the woes mundane, Then silken dreams, lest sleep should be too bare, Folded their films around me, rich and rare; Thus lay I, marveling in their silver skein Of phantasy, till night was on the wane And dawn peered in, disfigured by despair, Calling me back to care's calm slavery, Whetting the sword of pain, mine ancient foe, Rousing again his friend, relentless woe; O demon Dawn! what devil dwells in thee, That thou shouldst enter here so fiendishly, And shatter all the happiness I know? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING ODES I, 38. AD MINISTRAM by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS SONNET: 98 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARAB LOVE SONG by FRANCIS THOMPSON OVERTURE TO A DANCE OF LOCOMOTIVES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |