To Sleep I give my powers away; My will is bondsman to the dark; I sit within a helmless bark, And with my heart I muse and say: O heart, how fares it with thee now, That thou shouldst fail from thy desire, Who scarcely darest to inquire, 'What is it makes me beat so low?' Something it is which thou hast lost, Some pleasure from thine early years. Break, thou deep vase of chilling tears, That grief hath shaken into frost! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes; With morning wakes the will, and cries, 'Thou shalt not be the fool of loss.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE INEVITABLE by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |