Unborn
O wistful eyes that haunt the gloom of sleep, Are you my own, remembered from the night I sat before my glass in dumb affright And saw my cowering soul afraid to weep? Perhaps you are his, foreshadowed, when I creep Behind him and confess the hopeless blight That wilts the bloom of our supreme delight The breath of horror from the unknown deep. Eyes that have never seen a mothers face, Have you no mercy that you stare and stare, Although I never felt the hope I slew? Wide eyes, but when I kneel to God for grace, Your steadfast pity deepens my despair; The darkness I desire is full of you.
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"O wistful eyes that haunt the gloom of sleep,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Le Gay Brereton delivers a powerful performance in "Unborn"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...