10 Best Famous Sad Dark Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Sad Dark poems. This is a select list of the best famous Sad Dark poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Sad Dark poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of sad dark poems.

• All Famous Sad Dark Poems

 Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.

Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows... then silence. I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain

Under the cross in the Southern skies,
Where the beautiful night like a shadow lies,
A fair young life went out in the light
To wake no more in the star-crowned night.
Beautiful visions of life were his,
  Visions of triumph and fame;
Longing for glory that he might be
  Worthy to wear his name.
Brave was his heart as he sailed away
  Under the Northern sky;
Leaving behind him all that he loved—
  Stilling his heart's wild cry.
Proudly his mother, with royal pride,
  Stifled her last regret;
Steeling her heart—but her dream was in vain
  For the star of his race was set.
Surely the moon as he slept at night
  Whispered his doom on high;
Surely the waves in their rocky beds
  Mourned as he passed them by.
For never again in the dusky night
  Would the prince go sailing by;
Weaving his dreams with a boyish pride
  Under the shadowy sky.
Silent and cold in the morn he lay,
  Slain by a ruthless hand!
Never to wake with his fearless eyes—
  Never again to command.
Imperial mother—too well we know
The speechless depths of her awful woe;
For the bright young life into Eternity hurled
Was her only like to a sad, dark world.
But mothers kneel in the silent night
To whisper a prayer to the Throne of Light,
For the beautiful woman whose head lies low,
Crushed 'neath the weight of its crown of woe.
From sun to shadow her life has swayed
Like some wild rose in a mountain glade;
But the storms have won, and the blossom lies
Forever broken—no more to rise.