Abide awhile yet
The Long Night and the Relativity of Time & the Sickening Insomniac of Proust and the Nightingale and the Morninggale and the Lark – it is not the Lark, it is the Nightingale — parting is such sweet sorrow – IF WE COULD SPIN OUR ROOM BUT FASTER THIS NIGHT WOULD SLOW AND ALLOW US TO ABIDE AWHILE LONGER AND DELAY THE BREAKING OF THE DAWN
ABIDE AWHILE YET
ABIDE WHILE YET
whence that construction? Unknown. One finds it almost in Shelley, but not
THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT. [Published by Medwin, "The Athenaeum", August 11, 1832. There is a copy amongst the Trelawny manuscripts.] 1. 'Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain; My hand is on thy brow, My spirit on thy brain; My pity on thy heart, poor friend; And from my fingers flow _5 The powers of life, and like a sign, Seal thee from thine hour of woe; And brood on thee, but may not blend With thine. 2. 'Sleep, sleep on! I love thee not; _10 But when I think that he Who made and makes my lot As full of flowers as thine of weeds, Might have been lost like thee; And that a hand which was not mine _15 Might then have charmed his agony As I another's--my heart bleeds For thine. 3. 'Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of The dead and the unborn _20 Forget thy life and love; Forget that thou must wake forever; Forget the world's dull scorn; Forget lost health, and the divine Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; _25 And forget me, for I can never Be thine. 4. 'Like a cloud big with a May shower, My soul weeps healing rain On thee, thou withered flower! _30 It breathes mute music on thy sleep Its odour calms thy brain! Its light within thy gloomy breast Spreads like a second youth again. By mine thy being is to its deep _35 Possessed. 5. 'The spell is done. How feel you now?' 'Better--Quite well,' replied The sleeper.--'What would do _39 You good when suffering and awake? What cure your head and side?--' 'What would cure, that would kill me, Jane: And as I must on earth abide Awhile, yet tempt me not to break My chain.'