Son of the silent, dark, and humid Night, Consoler of the wretched, by whose sway The gloomy train of ills are put to flight, That blacken Life's uncertain, tedious day, O! succour now this restless, pining heart! Give to these feeble, weary limbs repose! Fly to me Sleep! and let thy sombre wings Over my couch their dusky plumes disclose! O! where is Silence, who avoids the light? Where the wild dreams that flutter in thy train? Alas! in vain I call thee, cruel Night! And flatter these insensate shades in vain. And oh! without thy cheering dews are shed, How full of hardships is the downy bed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE MERSA by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS OPPORTUNITY by NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI SONG OF SHERWOOD by ALFRED NOYES EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |