Now while the wind and earth and heavens rest, While sleep holds beast and feathered bird in fee And high above a calm and aweless sea The silent stars obey the night's behest, Lie awake and yearning, sore distressed And racked by thoughts of my sweet enemy, Yet though her face recalled brings death to me 'Tis only with such dreams I soothe my breast. So from one living fountain, gushing clear, Pour forth alike the bitter and the sweet, And one same hand can deal me good or ill. Whence every day I die anew of fear And live again to find the hope's a cheat, And peace of heart and mind escapes me still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE WINDS OF FATE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEACE GUARANTEED by MARY J. ARMSTRONG |