Insomnia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Sleepless himself to give to others sleepA
He giveth His beloved sleepA
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I heard the sounding of the midnight hourB
The others one by one had left the roomC
In calm assurance that the gracious powerB
Of Sleep's fine alchemy would bless the gloomC
Transmuting all its leaden weight to goldD
To treasures of rich virtues manifoldD
New strength new health new lifeE
Just weary enough to nestle softly sweetlyF
Into divine unconsciousness completelyF
Delivered from the world of toil and care and strifeE
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Just weary enough to feel assured of restG
Of Sleep's divine oblivion and reposeH
Renewing heart and brain for richer zestG
Of waking life when golden morning glowsH
As young and pure and glad as if the firstI
That ever on the void of darkness burstI
With ravishing warmth and lightJ
On dewy grass and flowers and blithe birds singingK
And shining waters all enraptured springingK
Fragrance and shine and song out of the womb of nightJ
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But I with infinite weariness outwornL
Haggard with endless nights unblessed by sleepA
Ravaged by thoughts unutterably forlornL
Plunged in despairs unfathomably deepA
Went cold and pale and trembling with affrightJ
Into the desert vastitude of NightJ
Arid and wild and blackM
Foreboding no oasis of sweet slumberB
Counting beforehand all the countless numberB
Of sands that are its minutes on my desolate trackM
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And so I went the last to my drear bedJ
Aghast as one who should go down to lieN
Among the blissfully unconscious deadJ
Assured that as the endless years flowed byN
Over the dreadful silence and deep gloomC
And dense oppression of the stifling tombC
He only of them allO
Nerveless and impotent to madness neverB
Could hope oblivion's perfect trance for everB
An agony of life eternal in death's pallP
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But that would be for ever without cureQ
And yet the agony be not more greatJ
Supreme fatigue and pain while they endureQ
Into Eternity their time translateJ
Be it of hours and days or countless yearsR
And boundless aeons it alike appearsR
To the crushed victim's soulS
Utter despair foresees no terminationL
But feels itself of infinite durationL
The smallest fragment instant comprehends the wholeS
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The absolute of torture as of blissT
Is timeless each transcending time and spaceU
The one an infinite obscure abyssT
The other an eternal Heaven of graceU
Keeping a little lamp of glimmering lightJ
Companion through the horror of the nightJ
I laid me down aghastJ
As he of all who pass death's quiet portalV
Malignantly reserved alone immortalV
In consciousness of bale that must for ever lastJ
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I laid me down and closed my heavy eyesW
As if sleep's mockery might win true sleepA
And grew aware with awe but not surpriseW
Blindly aware through all the silence deepA
Of some dark Presence watching by my bedJ
The awful image of a nameless dreadJ
But I lay still fordoneL
And felt its Shadow on me dark and solemnL
And steadfast as a monumental columnL
And thought drear thoughts of Doom and heard the bells chimeX
OneL
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And then I raised my weary eyes and sawY
By some slant moonlight on the ceiling thrownL
And faint lamp gleam that Image of my aweZ
Still as a pillar of basaltic stoneL
But all enveloped in a sombre shroudJ
Except the wan face drooping heavy browedJ
With sad eyes fixed on mineL
Sad weary yearning eyes but fixed remorselessA2
Upon my eyes yet wearier that were forcelessA2
To bear the cruel pressure cruel unmalignL
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Wherefore I asked for what I knew too wellB2
ominous midnight Presence What art ThouC2
Whereto in tones that sounded like a knellB2
'I am the Second Hour appointed nowC2
To watch beside thy slumberless unrest '-
Then I Thus both unlike alike unblestJ
For I should sleep you flyN
Are not those wings beneath thy mantle mouldedJ
Hour unfold those wings so straitly foldedJ
And urge thy natural flight beneath the moonlit skyN
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'My wings shall open when your eyes shall closeA2
In real slumber from this waking drearQ
Your wild unrest is my enforced reposeA2
Ere I move hence you must not know me hereQ
Could not your wings fan slumber through my brainL
Soothing away its weariness and painL
'Your Sleep must stir my wingsA2
Sleep and I bear you gently on my pinionsA2
Athwart my span of hollow night's dominionsA2
Whence hour on hour shall bear to morning's golden springs '-
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That which I ask of you you ask of meF
weary Hour thus standing sentinelV
Against your nature as I feel and seeF
Against my own your form immovableV
Could I bring Sleep to set you on the wingK
What other thing so gladly would I bringK
Truly the Poet saithC2
If that is best whose absence we deplore mostJ
Whose presence in our longings is the foremostJ
What blessings equal Sleep save only love and deathC2
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I let my lids fall sick of thought and senseA2
But felt that Shadow heavy on my heartJ
And saw the night before me an immenseA2
Black waste of ridge walls hour by hour apartJ
Dividing deep ravines from ridge to ridgeD2
Sleep's flying hour was an aerial bridgeD2
But I whose hours stood fastJ
Must climb down painfully each steep side hitherQ
And climb more painfully each steep side thitherQ
And so make one hour's span for years of travail lastJ
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Thus I went down into that first ravineL
Wearily slowly blindly and aloneL
Staggering stumbling sinking depths unseenL
Shaken and bruised and gashed by stub and stoneL
And at the bottom paven with slipperinessA2
A torrent brook rushed headlong with such stressA2
Against my feeble limbsA2
Such fury of wave and foam and icy bleaknessA2
Buffeting insupportably my weaknessA2
That when I would recall dazed memory swirls and swimsA2
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How I got through I know not faint as deathC2
And then I had to climb the awful scarpE2
Creeping with many a pause for panting breathC2
Clinging to tangled root and rock jut sharpE2
Perspiring with faint chills instead of heatJ
Trembling and bleeding hands and knees and feetJ
Falling to rise anewL
Until with lamentable toil and travelV
Upon the ridge of and sand and gravelV
I lay supine half dead and heard the bells chime TwoL
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And knew a change of Watchers in the roomC
Without a stir or sound beside my bedJ
Only the tingling silence of the gloomC
The muffled pulsing of the night's deep dreadJ
And felt an Image mightier to appalV
And looked the moonlight on the bed foot wallV
And corniced ceiling whiteJ
Was slanting now and in the midst stood solemnL
And hopeless as a black sepulchral columnL
A steadfast shrouded Form the Third Hour of the nightJ
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The fixed regard implacably austereQ
Yet none the less ineffably forlornL
Something transcending all my former fearQ
Came jarring through my shattered frame outwornL
I knew that crushing rock could not be stirredJ
I had no heart to say a single wordJ
But closed my eyes againL
And set me shuddering to the task stupendousA2
Of climbing down and up that gulf tremendousA2
Unto the next hour ridge beyond hope's farthest kenL
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Men sigh and plain and wail how life is briefF2
Ah yes our bright eternities of blissA2
Are transient rare minute beyond beliefF2
Mere star dust meteors in Time's Night abyssA2
Ah no our black eternities intenseA2
Of bale are lasting dominant immenseA2
As Time which is their breathC2
The memory of the bliss is yearning sorrowQ
The memory of the bale clouds every morrowQ
Darkening through nights and days into the night of DeathC2
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No human words could paint my travail soreQ
In the thick darkness of the next ravineL
Deeper immeasurably than that beforeQ
When hideous agonies unheard unseenL
In overwhelming floods of torture rollV
And horrors of great darkness drown the soulV
To be is not to beF
In memory save as ghastliest impressionL
And chaos of demoniacal possessionL
I shuddered on the ridge and heard the bells chime ThreeF
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And like a pillar of essential gloomC
Most terrible in stature and regardJ
Black in the moonlight filling all the roomC
The Image of the Fourth Hour evil starredJ
Stood over me but there was Something moreQ
Something behind It undiscerned beforeQ
More dreadful than Its dreadJ
Which overshadowed It as with a fatefulV
Inexorable fascination hatefulV
A wan and formless Shade from regions of the deadJ
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I shut my eyes against that spectral ShadeJ
Which yet allured them with a deadly charmG2
And that black Image of the Hour dismayedJ
By such tremendous menacing of harmG2
And so into the gulf as into HellV
Where what immeasurable depths I fellV
With seizures of the heartJ
Whose each clutch seemed the end of all pulsationL
And tremors of exanimate prostrationL
Are horrors in my soul that never can departJ
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If I for hope or wish had any forceA2
It was that I might rush down sharply hurledJ
From rock to rock until a mangled corseA2
Down with the fury of the torrent whirledJ
The fury of black waters and white foamH2
To where the homeless find their only homeH2
In the immense void SeaF
Whose isles are worlds surrounding unsurroundedJ
Whose depths no mortal plummet ever soundedJ
Beneath all surface storms calm in EternityJ
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Such hope or wish was as a feeble sparkI2
A little lamp's pale glimmer in a tombC
To just reveal the hopeless deadly darkI2
And wordless horrors of my soul's fixed doomC
Yet some mysterious instinct obstinateJ
Blindly unconscious as a law of FateJ
Still urged me on and boreQ
My shattered being through the unfeared perilV
Of death less hateful than the life as sterileV
I shuddered on the ridge and heard the bells chime FourQ
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The Image of that Fifth Hour of the nightJ
Was blacker in the moonlight now aslantJ
Upon its left than on its shrouded rightJ
And over and behind It dominantJ
The shadow not Its shadow cast its spellV
Most vague and dim and wan and terribleV
Death's ghastly aureoleV
Pregnant with overpowering fascinationL
Commanding by repulsive instigationL
Despair's envenomed anodyne to tempt the SoulV
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I closed my eyes but could not longer keepA
Under that Image and most awful ShadeJ
Supine in mockery of blissful sleepA
Delirious with such fierce thirst unalloyedJ
Of all worst agonies the most unblestJ
Is passive agony of wild unrestJ
Trembling and faint I roseA2
And dressed with painful efforts and descendedJ
With furtive footsteps and with breath suspendedJ
And left the slumbering house with my unslumbering woesA2
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Constrained to move through the unmoving hoursA2
Accurst from rest because the hours stood stillV
Feeling the hands of the Infernal PowersA2
Heavy upon me for enormous illV
Inscrutable intolerable painL
Against which mortal pleas and prayers are vainL
Gaspings of dying breathC2
And human struggles dying spasms yet vainerQ
Renounce defence when Doom is the ArraignerQ
Let impotence of Life subside appeased in DeathC2
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I paced the silent and deserted streetsA2
In cold dark shade and chillier moonlight greyQ
Pondering a dolorous series of defeatsA2
And black disasters from life's opening dayQ
Invested with the shadow of a doomC
That filled the Spring and Summer with a gloomC
Most wintry bleak and drearQ
Gloom from within as from a sulphurous censerQ
Making the glooms without for ever denserQ
To blight the buds and flowers and fruitage of my yearQ
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Against a bridge's stony parapetJ
I leaned and gazed into the waters blackM
And marked an angry morning red and wetJ
Beneath a livid and enormous rackM
Glare out confronting the belated moonL
Huddled and wan and feeble as the swoonL
Of featureless despairQ
When some stray workmen half asleep but lustyJ
Passed urgent through the rainpour wild and gustyJ
I felt a ghost already planted watching thereQ
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As phantom to its grave or to its denL
Some wild beast of the night when night is spedJ
I turned unto my homeless home againL
To front a day only less charged with dreadJ
Than that dread night and after day to frontJ
Another night of what would be the bruntJ
I put the thought asideJ
To be resumed when common life unfoldedJ
In common daylight had my brain remouldedJ
Meanwhile the flaws of rain refreshed and fortifiedJ
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The day passed and the night and other daysA2
And other nights and all of evil doomC
The sun hours in a sick bewildering hazeA2
The star hours in a thick enormous gloomC
With rending lightnings and with thunder knellsA2
The ghastly hours of all the timeless HellsA2
Bury them with their baneL
I look back on the words already writtenL
And writhe by cold rage stung by self scorn smittenL
They are so weak and vain and infinitely inaneL
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'How from those hideous Malebolges deepA
I ever could win back to upper earthC2
Restored to human nights of blessed sleepA
And healthy waking with the new day's birth '-
How do men climb back from a swoon whose stressA2
Crushing far deeper than all consciousnessA2
Is deep as deep death seemsA2
Who can the steps and stages mete and numberQ
By which we re emerge from nightly slumberQ
Our poor vast petty life is one dark maze of dreamsA2

James Thomson - (bysshe Vanolis)



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