"Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care," Forsakes me, while the chill and sullen blast, As my sad soul recalls its sorrows past, Seems like a summons, bidding me prepare For the last sleep of death[.] -- Murmuring I hear The hollow wind around the ancient towers, While night and silence reign; and cold and drear The darkest gloom of Middle Winter lours; But wherefore fear existence such as mine, To change for long and undisturb'd repose? Ah! when this suffering being I resign, And o'er my miseries the tomb shall close, By her, whose loss in anguish I deplore, I shall be laid, and feel that loss no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ODE TO SIMPLICITY by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |