FAR in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his own The wife's sweet face in slumber pressed -- yet he awake -- alone! alone! In vain he courted sleep; -- one thought would ever in his heart arise, -- The harsh words that at noon had brought the tear-drops to her eyes. Slowly on lifted arm he raised and listened. All was still as death; He touched her forehead as he gazed, and listened yet, with bated breath: Still silently, as though he prayed, his lips moved lightly as she slept -- For God was with him, and he laid his face with hers and wept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. EPITAPH ON MR. FRANCIS LEE OF THE TEMPLE, GENT. by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |