Forgetfulness! I would thy hand could close These eyes that turn reluctant from the day; So might this painful consciousness decay, And, with my memory, end my cureless woes. Sister of Chaos and eternal Night! Oblivion! take me to thy quiet reign, Since robb'd of all that gave my soul delight, I only ask exemption from the pain Of knowing "such things were" -- and are no more; Of dwelling on the hours for ever fled, And heartless, helpless, hopeless to deplore "Pale misery living, joy and pleasure dead:" While dragging thus unwish'd a length of days, "Death seems prepared to strike, yet still delays." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER LOVERS, AND A REFLECTION by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS FIELD AMBULANCE IN RETREAT; VIA DOLOROSA, VIA SACRA by MAY SINCLAIR THE DEPARTED by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE ORANGE-PEEL IN THE GUTTER by MATHILDE BLIND THE BEGINNING by RUPERT BROOKE AN ODE ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |