Sleep brings no joy to me, āàRemembrance never dies, My soul is given to mystery, āàAnd lives in sighs. Sleep brings no rest to me; āàThe shadows of the dead, My wakening eyes may never see, āàSurround my bed. Sleep brings no hope to me, āàIn soundest sleep they come, And with their doleful imag'ry āàDeepen the gloom. Sleep brings no strength to me, āàNo power renewed to brave; I only sail a wilder sea, āàA darker wave. Sleep brings no friend to me āàTo soothe and aid to bear; They all gaze on how scornfully, āàAnd I despair. Sleep brings no wish to fret āàMy harassed heart beneath; My only wish is to forget āàIn endless sleep of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIXTEEN MONTHS by CARL SANDBURG THE HAWK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE ESTONIAN BRIDAL SONG by JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON HERDER HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY |