I know where lurk The eyes of Fear; I, I alone, Where shadowy-clear, Watching for me, Lurks Fear. 'Tis ever still And dark, despite All singing and All candlelight, 'Tis ever cold, And night. He touches me; Says quietly, 'Stir not, nor whisper, I am nigh; Walk noiseless on, I am by!' He drives me As a dog a sheep; Like a cold stone I cannot weep. He lifts me, Hot from sleep, In marble hands To where on high The jewelled horror Of his eye Dares me to struggle Or cry. No breast wherein To chase away That watchful shape! Vain, vain to say, 'Haunt not with night The day!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS IMAGES: 4 by RICHARD ALDINGTON FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |