Girt in dark growths, yet glimmering with one star, <br />O night desirous as the nights of youth! <br />Why should my heart within thy spell, forsooth, <br />Now beat, as the bride's finger-pulses are <br />Quickened within the girdling golden bar? <br />What wings are these that fan my pillow smooth? <br />And why does Sleep, waved back by Joy and Ruth, <br />Tread softly round and gaze at me from far? <br />Nay, night deep-leaved! And would Love feign in thee <br />Some shadowy palpitating grove that bears <br />Rest for man's eyes and music for his ears? <br />O lonely night! art thou not known to me, <br />A thicket hung with masks of mockery <br />And watered with the wasteful warmth of tears?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxix-sleepless-dreams/
