GIVE me the potent draught that Helen poured To lull Telemachus! Make me forget All present peril, all old sins, and let Me dream, in peace. Long threat'ning, Fate's sharp sword Before my eyes has hung -- about me roared The battle's clamor. Sore I am beset -- New fears and ancient pains together met Assail me, who for peace have long implored: Give me at last to drink, and let them flee, The baffled ghosts that watch me sullenly, To those waste fields that waiting shadows keep; And down some waveless tide, in quiet deep As set of day upon a quiet sea, Oh, let me drift and dream, and fall on sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE GERMAN BAND by EARL DERR BIGGERS THE SPIRIT'S WARFARE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PEOPLE'S PETITION by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE SECRET OF TIME AND SATAN by EDWARD CARPENTER BLESSED ARE THEY THAT HAVE NOT SEEN! by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH LINES WRITTEN IN COMMONPLACE BOOK OF MISS BARBOUR, DAUGHTER ... by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |