Insomnia<\/strong><\/p>\n Thin are the night-skirts left behind Our lives, most dear, are never near, Is there a home where heavy earth Found Drowned – George Frederick Watts<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Anyone who’s experienced long periods of sleeplessness knows it’s Hell. Insomnia dogged Dante Gabriel Rossetti most of his life. When he was well, he’d often work until dawn and sleep during the day. When he was ill in the 1860s … Continue reading
\nBy daybreak hours that onward creep,
\nAnd thin, alas! the shred of sleep
\nThat wavers with the spirit’s wind:
\nBut in half-dreams that shift and roll
\nAnd still remember and forget,
\nMy soul this hour has drawn your soul
\nA little nearer yet.<\/p>\n
\nOur thoughts are never far apart,
\nThough all that draws us heart to heart
\nSeems fainter now and now more clear.
\nTo-night Love claims his full control,
\nAnd with desire and with regret
\nMy soul this hour has drawn your soul
\nA little nearer yet.<\/p>\n
\nMelts to bright air that breathes no pain,
\nWhere water leaves no thirst again
\nAnd springing fire is Love’s new birth?
\nIf faith long bound to one true goal
\nMay there at length its hope beget,
\nMy soul that hour shall draw your soul
\nFor ever nearer yet.<\/p>\n![\"Found](\"http:\/\/verityholloway.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/George_Frederick_Watts_Found_Drowned.jpg\")