@3A Dialogue@1 @3Soul@1. 'Tis a sad land, that in one day Hath dulled thee thus, when death shall freeze Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay Tenant for years, and centuries, How wilt thou brook't? -- @3Body@1. I cannot tell, -- But if all sense wings not with thee, And something still be left the dead, I'll wish my curtains off to free Me from so dark and sad a bed; A nest of nights, a gloomy sphere, Where shadows thicken, and the cloud Sits on the sun's brow all the year, And nothing moves without a shroud; @3Soul@1. 'Tis so: but as thou sawest that night We travelled in, our first attempts Were dull and blind, but custom straight Our fears and falls brought to contempt, Then, when the ghastly @3twelve@1 was past We breathed still for a blushing @3East@1, And bade the lazy sun make haste, And on sure hopes, though long, did feast; But when we saw the clouds to crack And in those crannies light appeared, We thought the day then was not slack, And pleased ourselves with what we feared; Just so it is in death. But thou Shalt in thy mother's bosom sleep Whilst I each minute groan to know How near Redemption creeps. Then shall we meet to mix again, and met, 'Tis last good-night, our Sun shall never set. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE STALLION OF NIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON TURNING A STONE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NIMROD: 7 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND by JOHN BYROM |