O HEART that cannot sleep for song! Behold, I wake with thee, And drink, as from a fountain strong, Thy midnight melody, That, poured upon the thirsting silence, seems Fresh from the shade of dreams My spirit, like the sapless bough Of some long-wintered tree, Feels suddenly the life that now Sets all thy passion free, And flushed as in the wakening strength of wine, Leaps heavenward with thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE COW IN APPLE TIME by ROBERT FROST LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD THE DEPARTURE OF THE SWALLOW by WILLIAM HOWITT |