Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my feverish soul; Come, with the magic of thy meek control, And check the wayward wanderings of my mind: Estranged from thee, no solace can I find, O'er my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole, Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll -- So the smooth sea obeys the furious wind! In vain philosophy unfolds his store, O'erwhelmed is every source of pure delight; Dim is the golden page of wisdom's lore; All nature fades before my sickening sight: For what bright scene can fancy's eye explore, 'Midst dreary labyrinths of mental night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ST. ISAAC'S CHURCH, PETROGRAD by CLAUDE MCKAY THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY AMORETTI: 65 by EDMUND SPENSER THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |