Asleep within the deadest hour of night <br />And turning with the earth, I was aware <br />How suddenly the eastern curve was bright, <br />As when the sun arises from his lair. <br />But not the sun arose: It was thy hair <br />Shaken up heaven in tossing leagues of light. <br /> <br />Since then I know that neither night nor day <br />May I escape thee, O my heavenly hell! <br />Awake, in dreams, thou springest to waylay; <br />And should I dare to die, I know full well <br />Whose voice would mock me in the mourning bell, <br />Whose face would greet me in hell's fiery way.<br /><br />Robert Nichols<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-41/
