Thou sleepest sound, and I Anear thee lie, Yet worlds apart: Thou in the light of dreams; I, where the midnight seems -- An ashen sea -- From this my world and that wherein thou art To blot out all but me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES |