Elegiac sonnets. Volume 2 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET LXXIV. THE WINTER NIGHT. "SLEEP, that kits up the ravell'd sleeve of care," [Note:] SONNET LXXIV. Line 1. "Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care." Shakspeare.          Forsakes me, while the chill and sullen blast,          As my sad soul recalls its sorrows past, Seems like a summons, bidding me prepare For the last sleep of death — Murmuring I hear [Note:] SONNET LXXIV. Line 5. Murmuring I hear The hollow wind around the ancient towers. These lines were written in a residence among ancient public buildings.          The hollow wind around the ancient towers, While night and silence reign; and cold and drear          The darkest gloom of Middle Winter lours; But wherefore fear existence such as mine,          To change for long and undisturb'd repose? Ah! when this suffering being I resign,          And o'er my miseries the tomb shall close, By her, whose loss in anguish I deplore, I shall be laid, and feel that loss no more!  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION