Alexandrines

Knowing the weariness of dreams, and days, and nights, The great and grievous vanity of joy and pain; Frail loves that pass, where languors infinite remain, Fervors and long despairs and desperate, brief delights; Knowing how in the witless brains of them that were, The drowsy, wiving worm hath prospered and hath died; Knowing that, evermore, by moon and sun abide The standing glooms made stagnant in the sepulcher; Knowing the vacillant leaves that tremble, flame, and fall, The sweetly-wasting rose, the dawns and stars that wane-- Knowing these things, the desolate heart and soul are fain Of the one perfect sleep which filleth, foldeth all