I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by. I sigh at evening, and again I sigh when night brings sleep to men. Oh! it were better far to die Than thus for ever mourn and sigh, And in death's dreamless sleep to be Unconscious that none weep for me; Eased from my weight of heaviness, Forgetful of forgetfulness, Resting from pain and care and sorrow Thro' the long night that knows no morrow; Living unloved, to die unknown, Unwept, untended and alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY CYNTHIA SLEEPING IN A GARDEN; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES ENGLISH ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART (FIRST READING) by WILLIAM BLAKE |