All others rest; but I Dream-haunted lie -- A distant roar, As of tumultuous waters, evermore About my brain. E'en sleep, though fain To soothe me, flies affrighted, and alone I bear the incumbent stone Of death That stifles breath, But not the hideous chorus crying "Shame!" Upon my name. Had I not Song? Yea, and it lingers yet The souls to fret Of an ignoble throng, Aflame with hate Of the exulting fate That hurls her idols from her temple fair And shrines me there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON |