"Insomnia" Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Thin are the night-skirts left behind

                  By daybreak hours that onward creep,

                  And thin, alas! the shred of sleep

That wavers with the spirit's wind:

But in half-dreams that shift and roll

                  And still remember and forget,

My soul this hour has drawn your soul

                                 A little nearer yet.

Our lives, most dear, are never near,

                  Our thoughts are never far apart,

                  Though all that draws us heart to heart

Seems fainter now and now more clear.

To-night Love claims his full control,

                  And with desire and with regret

My soul this hour has drawn your soul

                                 A little nearer yet.

Is there a home where heavy earth

                  Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,

                  Where water leaves no thirst again

And springing fire is Love's new birth?

If faith long bound to one true goal

                  May there at length its hope beget,

My soul that hour shall draw your soul

                                 For ever nearer yet.