TOSSING throughout this tense and nervous night Sleepless I drowse. My soul, for lack of rest, Sinks like a bird, that after flight on flight Misses the shelter of its well-loved nest. So would I gain your side and seek, my love, The comfortable heaven of your breast. Once more to lie beside the window seat, And see, far off, the ribboned river-lights, The yellow gas-lamps in the dusky street— And pressing close, from proud and alien heights, The noble skies and the inviolate stars Surround and bless us these autumnal nights. No words—the silence and your breathless name Are all that's in the world; and faint and fair The distant church-bells solemnly proclaim To all the meek and sabbath-scented air... I take you in my arms...and I awake Groping, with restless anger, for a prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG |