LAST night I woke and found between us drawn, -- Between us, where no mortal fear may creep, -- The vision of Death dividing us in sleep; And suddenly I thought, Ere light shall dawn Some day, -- the substance, not the shadow, of Death Shall cleave us like a sword. The vision passed, But all its new-born horror held me fast, And till day broke I listened for your breath. Some day to wake, and find that coloured skies, And pipings in the woods, and petals wet, Are things for aching memory to forget; And that your living hands and mouth and eyes Are part of all the world's old histories! -- Dear God! a little longer, ah not yet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |