O HEART that cannot sleep for song! Behold, I wake with thee, And drink, as from a fountain strong, Thy midnight melody, That, poured upon the thirsting silence, seems Fresh from the shade of dreams My spirit, like the sapless bough Of some long-wintered tree, Feels suddenly the life that now Sets all thy passion free, And flushed as in the wakening strength of wine, Leaps heavenward with thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN PICTURE-SHOW by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |