THE young light trembles through the waking sky, And smiles the shadow of sad night away, The white stars fade before the morning's eye, Sinking to death with the dead yesterday-- There rests the shadow on my morrow's sky Of a past yesterday that will not die. The sleep-closed flowers, starred on Earth's peaceful breast, Unfold to sun glad dew-tears from their eyes The dawn-stirred birds awake from happy rest To happier life, and gush glad minstrelsies-- I only waken from a troubled sleep To hate the day, wherein I dare not weep. Would I could die with thee, sad secret night, Kind with the comfort of unlocked despair: I hate the day, that round me with its light Wakes countless eyes to vex me with their glare.-- Ah! must I live the bitter mockery To smile away the hours and long to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL |