Thou sleepest fast and I with woeful heart Stand here alone, sighing, and cannot fly. Thou sleepest fast when cruel love his dart On me doth cast, alas, so painfully. Thou sleepest fast and I, all full of smart, To thee, my foe, in vain do call and cry. And yet, methinks, thou that sleepest fast, Thou dreamest still which way my life to waste. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER |