Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afte... - Alfred Lord Tennyson, Maud, and other poems

"Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy laughter,The delight of low replies."