Poems (Blagden)/Stanzas
STANZAS.
Dark thoughts pursue me even in sleep,
And bitter tears mine eyelids steep;
Yet, through the silence, gently borne,
I hear sweet whispers of the morn—
For the birds sing through my dreams.
And bitter tears mine eyelids steep;
Yet, through the silence, gently borne,
I hear sweet whispers of the morn—
For the birds sing through my dreams.
I struggle with the nightmare spell,
And 'gainst the fevered weight rebel;
I strive to gaze upon the light
Which pierces through my shadowy night,
From morning's blessed gleams!
And 'gainst the fevered weight rebel;
I strive to gaze upon the light
Which pierces through my shadowy night,
From morning's blessed gleams!
Dazzled, confused by fear and doubt,
I seek to reach the world without;
If I could wake, I there might see,
The darkness o'er, that I was free—
That day had dawned at last;
I seek to reach the world without;
If I could wake, I there might see,
The darkness o'er, that I was free—
That day had dawned at last;
That now my sun of hope had risen—
That now my soul could burst its prison—
That life was shining bright and fair—
That love was smiling—thou wert there,
The night for ever past!
That now my soul could burst its prison—
That life was shining bright and fair—
That love was smiling—thou wert there,
The night for ever past!