Life is a dream in the Eternal Sleep, And love the fancy of its little hour. How like a vision, when there slowly creep Known faces and unknown that peer and lower O'er hidden corners, and of sorrow's pall Make hideous mockery; where alternate Hope and despair, mad agony and all The aching pangs of ruth bow to dumb Fate, The prescient power that dims their moment's light. O may love's passionate and pulsing breath Fire fancy's bourgeouny 'round my dark night And crown my sleep with heaven's star-gold wreath. Life without love, it were a tear-swept moan, Heaven denied, mid depths of hell unknown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM TO ROSAMONDE: A BALADE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE ARMADA; A FRAGMENT by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN |