Sink, thou strange heart, unto thy rest. Pine now no more, to pine in vain. Doth not the moon on heaven's breast Call the floods home again? Doth not the summer faint at last? Do not her restless rivers flow When that her transient day is past To hide them in ice and snow? All this -- thy world -- an end shall make Planet to sun return again; The universe, to sleep from wake, In a last peace remain. Alas, the futility of care That, spinning thought to thought, doth weave An idle argument on the air We love not, nor believe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANNABEL LEE by EDGAR ALLAN POE A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BLACK ROSES by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. JOB. THE INSCRUTABLE MYSTERY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FEMININE TALK by MAXWELL BODENHEIM LINES ON REVISITING THE COUNTRY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |