Forgetfulness! I would thy hand could close These eyes that turn reluctant from the day; So might this painful consciousness decay, And, with my memory, end my cureless woes. Sister of Chaos and eternal Night! Oblivion! take me to thy quiet reign, Since robb'd of all that gave my soul delight, I only ask exemption from the pain Of knowing "such things were" -- and are no more; Of dwelling on the hours for ever fled, And heartless, helpless, hopeless to deplore "Pale misery living, joy and pleasure dead:" While dragging thus unwish'd a length of days, "Death seems prepared to strike, yet still delays." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYMES OF THE DAY by GEORGE SANTAYANA KEEP A-PLUGGING AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON READING 'VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A LULLABY by THOMALLY HOLBECH ANDERSON ON THE DEATH OF WALLER by APHRA BEHN |