TOSSING throughout this tense and nervous night Sleepless I drowse. My soul, for lack of rest, Sinks like a bird, that after flight on flight Misses the shelter of its well-loved nest. So would I gain your side and seek, my love, The comfortable heaven of your breast. Once more to lie beside the window seat, And see, far off, the ribboned river-lights, The yellow gas-lamps in the dusky street— And pressing close, from proud and alien heights, The noble skies and the inviolate stars Surround and bless us these autumnal nights. No words—the silence and your breathless name Are all that's in the world; and faint and fair The distant church-bells solemnly proclaim To all the meek and sabbath-scented air... I take you in my arms...and I awake Groping, with restless anger, for a prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE MARY DONNELLY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: PICTURE-WRITING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |