Go, thou that vainly dost mine eyes invite To taste the softer comforts of the night, And bid'st me cool the fever of my brain In those sweet balmy dews which slumber pain; Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep, Whilst my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep. O couldst thou for a time change breasts with me, Thou in that broken glass shouldst plainly see A heart which wastes in the slow smoth'ring fire Blown by Despair, and fed by false Desire, Can only reap such sleeps as sea-men have, When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD IN THE VALLEY OF THE ELWY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: 24 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |