I cannot sleep, the slow hours steal Lingering on a path of sighs; All night against my sight I feel The presence of her lips, her eyes. Out of the empty night appear All I have loved and feared and fled: Those eyes that I most love and fear, Those lips I most desire and dread. Her eyes are strange to me, they smile An older alien smile, not mine; Her lips are laughing to beguile My senses with a sorcerous wine. Deep in the darkness of the night She wavers to a fresh disguise; Yet still there burns against my sight The radiant malice of her eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS A LULLABY by THOMALLY HOLBECH ANDERSON A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HINTS OF AN HISTORICAL PLAY TO BE CALLED WILLIAM RUFUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD by BENJAMIN BEDDOME PROVERB: 2 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A GIRL'S COMPLAINT TO HER HEART by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE LEWTI, OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE CHANT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |