Companion of my vigil, silently, At midnight, when the voiceful world is still, Alone with me thou watchest. Peaceably Thy radiance stems the darkened tide and chill That floods the outer prospect. On thy ray Night's foamless torrent breaks not, but retires As from a charmed circle, far away, To glooms beyond. E'en so, Promethean fires, Within my throbbing temples, fed of pain, Resist the powers around them -- wild desires, Fevered of passion, as the troubled main That slumbers not. Thy task with morn expires, But nought to me of respite brings the day, Till life is wasted, as thine oil, away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE SONNET: 102 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |