Thin are the night-skirts left behind <br /> By daybreak hours that onward creep, <br /> And thin, alas! the shred of sleep <br /> That wavers with the spirit's wind: <br /> But in half-dreams that shift and roll <br /> And still remember and forget, <br /> My soul this hour has drawn your soul <br /> A little nearer yet. <br /> <br /> Our lives, most dear, are never near, <br /> Our thoughts are never far apart, <br /> Though all that draws us heart to heart <br /> Seems fainter now and now more clear. <br /> To-night Love claims his full control, <br /> And with desire and with regret <br /> My soul this hour has drawn your soul <br /> A little nearer yet. <br /> <br /> Is there a home where heavy earth <br /> Melts to bright air that breathes no pain, <br /> Where water leaves no thirst again <br /> And springing fire is Love's new birth? <br /> If faith long bound to one true goal <br /> May there at length its hope beget, <br /> My soul that hour shall draw your soul <br /> For ever nearer yet.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insomnia/
