NIGHT after night goes by: and clocks still chime And stars are changing patterns in the dark, And watches tick, and over-puissant Time Benumbs the eager brain. The dogs that bark, The trains that roar and rattle in the night, The very cats that prowl, all quiet find And leave the darkness empty, silent quite: Sleep comes to chloroform the fretting mind. So all things end: and what is left at last? Some scribbled sonnets tossed upon the floor, A memory of easy days gone past, A run-down watch, a pipe, some clothes we wore -- And in the darkened room I lean to know How warm her dreamless breath does pause and flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEARLING by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE WILD DUCK'S NEST by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ROMANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 47 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |