Who, now, put dreams into thy slumbering mind? Who, with bright Fear's lean taper, crossed a hand Athwart its beam, and stooping, truth maligned, Spake so thy spirit speech should understand, And with a dread 'He's dead!' awaked a peal Of frenzied bells along the vacant ways Of thy poor earthly heart; waked thee to steal, Like dawn distraught upon unhappy days, To prove nought, nothing? Was it Time's large voice Out of the inscrutable future whispered so? Or but the horror of a little noise Earth wakes at dead of night? Or does Love know When his sweet wings weary and droop, and even In sleep cries audibly a shrill remorse? Or, haply, was it I who out of dream Stole but a little way where shadows course, Called back to thee across the eternal stream? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE THE PROBLEM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE |