Go, thou that vainly dost mine eyes invite To taste the softer comforts of the night, And bid'st me cool the fever of my brain In those sweet balmy dews which slumber pain; Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep, Whilst my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep. O couldst thou for a time change breasts with me, Thou in that broken glass shouldst plainly see A heart which wastes in the slow smoth'ring fire Blown by Despair, and fed by false Desire, Can only reap such sleeps as sea-men have, When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE FOUR SONNETS: 2 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN POLYHYMNIA: FRAGMENTS by WILLIAM BASSE MICHAELMASSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 82 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |