Through the closed curtains comes the early sun,
First a pale finger, preluding the hand.
Outside more certainly the day's begun,
Where bright and brighter still the chestnuts stand,
Broad candles lighting up at the first fire.
I stir and turn in my uneasy sleep
But in my sorrow sleep's my whole desire.
About the still room small lights move and creep
Silently, stealthily on wall and chair,
Till to strong rays and shining lights they grow,
Which with their magic change the waiting air
And all its sleeping motes to gold and throw
A golden radiance on your empty bed,
Which wakes me with vain likeness to your head.
Sonnets On Separation V
Edward Shanks
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Poem topics: change, fire, magic, sorrow, sun, desire, head, room, small, bright, wall, strong, finger, gold, early, stand, golden, chair, Valentine's Day, shining, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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