Frederick W. H. Myers (1843-1901)

"Mr. Frederick Myers is known as one of the most accomplished and fervid of living critics: his Essays are pleasant reading, combining polished elegance of style with wide knowledge and sympathetic insight. In 1882 he published a volume of tender and high-toned verse, entitled The Renewal of Youth: and other Poems..." (Sharp)

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Would God It Were Morning

My God, how many times ere I be dead
Must I the bitterness of dying know?
How often like a corpse upon my bed
Compose me and surrender me, and so
Thro' hateful hours and ill-rememberëd
Between the twilight and the twilight go,
By visions bodiless obscurely led
Thro' many a wild enormity of woe?
And yet I know not but that this is worst
When with that light, the feeble and the first,
I start and gaze into the world again,
And gazing find it as of old accurst,
And grey, and blinded with the stormy burst
And blank appalling solitude of rain.

(Text from Sonnets of This Century.)