HE seems by day so strong, so gay! All day we laugh and sing: This morning he said, "My last night's sleep Was such a pleasant thing." Yet all the night and all the night I thought I heard him cry, "My soul has got a bitter wound! Love, help me or I die." I laid my hand on him and cried, "Love, did you call on me? " "You waked me from a pleasant sleep, Heart of my heart," said he. Oh, whither leads that road of sleep Down which we fare alone? There was never a dream in all the night Could show where he was gone. Some wound he may not feel at all Because it lies too deep, With a loud voice cried out on me! I heard it in my sleep. What strange things happen in thee, O Sleep! Last night I heard him cry, "My soul has got a bitter wound! Love, help me or I die! " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONGS TO A WOMAN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONG by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |