I troubled in my dream. I knew The silent gates and walls. Around me out of shadow grew The steady waterfalls. Afar the raven spot-like flew Where nothing wakes or calls. I fell on deeper trance. I was Where all the dead are hid. They dreamed. They did not sleep, because They saw with lifted lid. They worked with neither word nor pause: I knew not what they did. I stood there with the dead in hell Dreaming, and heard no moan. The light died, and the darkness fell About me like a stone. I woke upon the midnight bell In God's dream here alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CENCI; A TRAGEDY: ACTS 4-5 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO LIFE by HELEN TAPPAN BERTHOFF GOB-NY-USHTEY (WATER'S MOUTH) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MAKE BELIEVE (1) by ALICE CARY |