"There is a midnight in the breast / No morn shall ever cheer."
— Baillie, Joanna (1762-1851)
Author
Work Title
Date
1790
Metaphor
"There is a midnight in the breast / No morn shall ever cheer."
Metaphor in Context
'Methinks you angry warrior's head
Doth in its casement frown,
And darts a look, as if it said,
"Where hast thou laid my son?"
'But will these fancies never cease?
O would the night were run!
My troubled soul can find no peace
But with the morning sun.
'Vain hope! the guilty never rest:
Dismay is always near;
There is a midnight in the breast
No morn shall ever cheer.
(ll. 17-28 p. 435)
Doth in its casement frown,
And darts a look, as if it said,
"Where hast thou laid my son?"
'But will these fancies never cease?
O would the night were run!
My troubled soul can find no peace
But with the morning sun.
'Vain hope! the guilty never rest:
Dismay is always near;
There is a midnight in the breast
No morn shall ever cheer.
(ll. 17-28 p. 435)
Categories
Provenance
Reading
Citation
Reading Roger Lonsdale's Eighteenth Century Women Poets (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1989).
Date of Entry
07/29/2003
