Oh, for the time when I shall sleep <br />Without identity, <br />And never care how rain may steep, <br />Or snow may cover me! <br />No promised heaven these wild desires <br />Could all, or half, fulful; <br />No threatened hell, with quenchless fires, <br />Subdue this quenchless will! <br /> <br />So said I, and still say the same; <br />Still, to my death, will say— <br />Three gods within this little frame <br />Are warring night and day: <br />Heaven could not hold them all, and yet <br />They all are held in me; <br />And must be mine till I forget <br />My present entity! <br /> <br />Oh, for the time when in my breast <br />Their struggles will be o'er! <br />Oh, for the day when I shall rest, <br />And never suffer more!<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-for-the-time-when-i-shall-sleep/
