MY bed is so empty that I keep on waking up: As the cold increases, the night-wind begins to blow. It rustles the curtains, making a noise like the sea: Oh that those were waves which could carry me back to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) COUNTER-ATTACK by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE AN AUTUMN NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS JOB 14. JOB'S ENTREATY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |