GIVE me the potent draught that Helen poured To lull Telemachus! Make me forget All present peril, all old sins, and let Me dream, in peace. Long threat'ning, Fate's sharp sword Before my eyes has hung -- about me roared The battle's clamor. Sore I am beset -- New fears and ancient pains together met Assail me, who for peace have long implored: Give me at last to drink, and let them flee, The baffled ghosts that watch me sullenly, To those waste fields that waiting shadows keep; And down some waveless tide, in quiet deep As set of day upon a quiet sea, Oh, let me drift and dream, and fall on sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT INDIFFERENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |