We part as ships on a pathless main, Gayly enough, for the sense of pain Is asleep at first: but ghosts will arise When we would repose, and the forms will come And walk when we walk, and will not be dumb, Nor yet forget with their wakeful eyes. When we most need rest, and the perfect sleep, Some hand will reach from the dark, and keep The curtains drawn and the pillows toss'd Like a tide of foam; and one will say At night, -- O, Heaven, that it were day! And one by night through the misty tears Will say, -- O, Heaven, the days are years, And I would to Heaven that the waves were cross'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE by HILAIRE BELLOC DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 39 by PHILIP SIDNEY NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON |