I WRESTLED, as did Jacob, till the dawn, With the reluctant Spirit of the Night That keeps the keys of Slumber. Worn and white, We paused a panting moment, while anon The darkness paled around us. Thereupon -- His mighty limbs relaxing in affright -- The Angel pleaded: "Lo, the morning light! O Israel, release me, and begone!" Then said I, "Nay, a captive to my will I hold thee till the blessing thou dost keep Be mine." Whereat he breathed upon my brow; And, as the dew upon the twilight hill, So on my spirit, over-wearied now, Came tenderly the benediction, Sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLSEQUIUM by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 5. ETERNAL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (2) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) BEAUTY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE WANDERING LUNATIC MIND by EDWARD CARPENTER |