Companion of my vigil, silently, At midnight, when the voiceful world is still, Alone with me thou watchest. Peaceably Thy radiance stems the darkened tide and chill That floods the outer prospect. On thy ray Night's foamless torrent breaks not, but retires As from a charmed circle, far away, To glooms beyond. E'en so, Promethean fires, Within my throbbing temples, fed of pain, Resist the powers around them -- wild desires, Fevered of passion, as the troubled main That slumbers not. Thy task with morn expires, But nought to me of respite brings the day, Till life is wasted, as thine oil, away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LEAPING POLL by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD END OF A TUNE by ELIZABETH BROWN (AUSTRALIAN) |