LAST night a thief came to me And struck at me with something dark. I cried, but no one could hear me, I lay dumb and stark. When I awoke this morning I could find no trace; Perhaps 'twas a dream of warning, For I've lost my peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE THE SAD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS RUSTIC WREATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DRIED MILLPOND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EARLY VENEZIAN DETAIL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ASTARTE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |