In this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit, How seldom art thou found -- Tranquillity! Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast eye By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit Of sleeping infants -- watching the soft breath, And bidding the sweet slumberers easy lie; Or sometimes hanging o'er the bed of death, Where the poor languid sufferer -- hopes to die. O beauteous sister of the halcyon peace! I sure shall find thee in that heavenly scene Where Care and Anguish shall their power resign; Where hope alike, and vain regret shall cease, And Memory -- lost in happiness serene, Repeat no more -- that misery has been mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD VILLANELLE by JOACHIM DU BELLAY COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM by BION |