To Sleep I give my powers away; My will is bondsman to the dark; I sit within a helmless bark, And with my heart I muse and say: O heart, how fares it with thee now, That thou shouldst fail from thy desire, Who scarcely darest to inquire, 'What is it makes me beat so low?' Something it is which thou hast lost, Some pleasure from thine early years. Break, thou deep vase of chilling tears, That grief hath shaken into frost! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes; With morning wakes the will, and cries, 'Thou shalt not be the fool of loss.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOW ON THE STONE by THOMAS HARDY ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER A MORNING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE EMIGRANT LASSIE by JOHN STUART BLACKIE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CONGREGATION by GAMALIEL BRADFORD TO A MISSIONARY, WHO ATTENDED ... MEETING OF BIBLE SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |