Is it a sin, to wish that I may meet thee <br />In that dim world whither our spirits stray, <br />When sleep and darkness follow life and day? <br />Is it a sin, that there my voice should greet thee <br />With all that love that I must die concealing? <br />Will my tear-laden eyes sin in revealing <br />The agony that preys upon my soul? <br />Is't not enough through the long, loathsome day, <br />To hold each look and word in stern control? <br />May I not wish the staring sunlight gone, <br />Day and its thousand torturing moments done, <br />And prying sights and sounds of men away? <br />O still and silent Night! when all things sleep, <br />Locked in thy swarthy breast my secret keep: <br />Come, with thy visioned hopes and blessings now! <br />I dream the only happiness I know.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-a-sin-to-wish-that-i-may-meet-thee/
