All thro' the livelong night I lay awake Watering my couch with tears of heaviness. None stood beside me in my sore distress; -- Then cried I to my heart: If thou wilt, break, But be thou still; no moaning will I make, Nor ask man's help, nor kneel that he may bless. So I kept silence in my haughtiness, Till lo! the fire was kindled, and I spake Saying: Oh that I had wings like to a dove, Then would I flee away and be at rest: I would not pray for friends, or hope, or love, But still the weary throbbing of my breast; And, gazing on the changeless heavens above, Witness that such a quietness is best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE |