Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my feverish soul; Come, with the magic of thy meek control, And check the wayward wanderings of my mind: Estranged from thee, no solace can I find, O'er my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole, Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll -- So the smooth sea obeys the furious wind! In vain philosophy unfolds his store, O'erwhelmed is every source of pure delight; Dim is the golden page of wisdom's lore; All nature fades before my sickening sight: For what bright scene can fancy's eye explore, 'Midst dreary labyrinths of mental night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT by GEORGE MEREDITH NOT TO BE MINISTERED TO by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 42 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |