ALL night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger breast, Shed tears, like a task not to be put away -- In the false light, false grief in my happy bed, A labor of tears, held against joy's undoing. I would not wake at your word. I had tears to say. I caught at the bars of the dream, and they were said, And pain's derisive hand had given me rest From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE THREE PHILOSOPHICAL POETS by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH BABY RUNNING BAREFOOT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |