There is no peace with you, Nor any rest! Your presence is a torture to the brain. Your words are barbed arrows to the breast, And one but greets To wish you sped again. Frustrate you make desire And action vain. There is no peace with you . . . No peace . . . Nor any rest. Yet in your absence Longing springs anew, And hopefulness besets the baffled brain. If only you were you and yet not you!" If you such joy could give as you give pain! Then what an unguent for the burning breast! And for the harassed heart What rapture true! If only you were you and yet not you!" There is no peace with you Nor ever any rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY SONGS OF LABOR: DEDICATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ANNIVERS: BAPTISMT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ANNUNCIATIO B.V. by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WHEN LOVE MEETS LOVE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |