Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 19, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Insomnia

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882).

Insomnia

Thin are the night-skirts left behind
     By daybreak hours that onward creep,
     And thin, alas! the shred of sleep
That wavers with the spirit’s wind:
But in half-dreams that shift and roll                          5
     And still remember and forget,
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
                       A little nearer yet.

Our lives, most dear, are never near,
     Our thoughts are never far apart,                        10
     Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
     And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul                       15
                       A little nearer yet.

Is there a home where heavy earth
     Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,
     Where water leaves no thirst again
And springing fire is Love’s new birth?                        20
If faith long bound to one true goal
     May there at length its hope beget,
My soul that hour shall draw your soul
                       For ever nearer yet.

Notes:
http://www.neuroticpoets.com/rossetti/
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/dgr/index.html

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