Life is a dream in the Eternal Sleep, And love the fancy of its little hour. How like a vision, when there slowly creep Known faces and unknown that peer and lower O'er hidden corners, and of sorrow's pall Make hideous mockery; where alternate Hope and despair, mad agony and all The aching pangs of ruth bow to dumb Fate, The prescient power that dims their moment's light. O may love's passionate and pulsing breath Fire fancy's bourgeouny 'round my dark night And crown my sleep with heaven's star-gold wreath. Life without love, it were a tear-swept moan, Heaven denied, mid depths of hell unknown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE THE ENAMEL GIRL by GENEVIEVE TAGGARD ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES A FADING PHANTOM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A WEEK IN A BOY'S LIFE by JACQUES BOE |