I cannot sleep, the slow hours steal Lingering on a path of sighs; All night against my sight I feel The presence of her lips, her eyes. Out of the empty night appear All I have loved and feared and fled: Those eyes that I most love and fear, Those lips I most desire and dread. Her eyes are strange to me, they smile An older alien smile, not mine; Her lips are laughing to beguile My senses with a sorcerous wine. Deep in the darkness of the night She wavers to a fresh disguise; Yet still there burns against my sight The radiant malice of her eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WHITE SNOW by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE ON A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EPITAPH ON TWO YOUNG MEN NAMED LEITCH IN CROSSING THE RIVER SOUTHESK by JAMES BEATTIE BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |