Sleep brings no joy to me, āàRemembrance never dies, My soul is given to mystery, āàAnd lives in sighs. Sleep brings no rest to me; āàThe shadows of the dead, My wakening eyes may never see, āàSurround my bed. Sleep brings no hope to me, āàIn soundest sleep they come, And with their doleful imag'ry āàDeepen the gloom. Sleep brings no strength to me, āàNo power renewed to brave; I only sail a wilder sea, āàA darker wave. Sleep brings no friend to me āàTo soothe and aid to bear; They all gaze on how scornfully, āàAnd I despair. Sleep brings no wish to fret āàMy harassed heart beneath; My only wish is to forget āàIn endless sleep of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE TO A CHAMELEON by MARIANNE MOORE THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 2. ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE, 1740 by MARK AKENSIDE |