AH, do not wake, if sleeping be so dear, My torch of sorrow on your dream shall shine As moonlight, when the darkening cloud is near, More surely for a moment that is mine: In your still dream my paling beauty shows As dimly as a dying love that knows The love it longs for colder than the snows, And barren as the waste where it must pine. But let my wandering passion find a fold Within the spacious meadows of your sleep, Let its sharp cry that dies not nor grows old, Break through the walls of silence that you keep: The loneliness of noon and summer-end, Of prayers that tired lips no more may spend, Oh let it stretch about you while I send My cry into your dream that is so deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING BUT LEAVES by LUCY EVELINA AKERMAN THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE HYMN: 32. THE NATIVITY OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST by CHRISTOPHER SMART |