ONCE she woke to fairyland, Now she wakes to grief, All the golden days are gone, Lost by time—the thief. Once she sprang to meet the dawn, Now so loth to rise; She to greet the coming day Opens heavy eyes. Singing bird and budding trees, Bloom of rose unfurled, All her hopes are far from these, In the under-world. What for her the upper-earth? Lone she wanders here. Silent in the underground They who held her dear; In the happy night they rise, Each belovèd face; Phantoms circling by her couch Hold her in embrace. See! she springs to meet the day, Up with eager breath, Then remembering, prays for sleep, Sleep so like to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO IMAGINATION (2) by EMILY JANE BRONTE TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT LYRICS AND EPICS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |