Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 43 1835/Thoughts During Sickness II. Sickness Like Night

by Felicia Hemans

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 43, Page 329

II.
Sickness like Night.

Thou art like night, O sickness! deeply stilling
Within my heart the world's disturbing sound,
And the dim quiet of my chamber filling
With low, sweet voices, by life's tumult drown'd.
Thou art like awful night!—thou gatherest round
The things that are unseen,—though close they lie,—
And with a truth, clear, startling, and profound,
Giv'st their dread presence to our mortal eye.
Thou art like starry, spiritual night!
High and immortal thoughts attend thy way,
And revelations, which the common light
Brings not, though wakening with its rosy ray
All outward life:—be welcome, then, thy rod,

Before whose touch my soul unfolds itself to God!