BUT once I dared to lift my eyes, To lift my eyes to thee; And, since that day, beneath the skies, No other sight they see. In vain sleep shuts them in the night, The night grows day to me, Presenting idly to my sight What still a dream must be. A fatal dream -- for many a bar Divides thy fate from mine; And still my passions wake and war, But peace be still with thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS |