When one has lived 'Tis not so hard To fold the hands, To say, "Good-night," And creep away Behind the dark; But 'tis not strange The heart rebels When sounds of night Ring down the day That was a weary, joyless way From early dawn To setting sun: How eagerly we trail the light For crumbs of happiness we fend, And struggle, struggle—to the end! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISMANTLED SHIP by WALT WHITMAN TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SONNET: LEAVES by WILLIAM BARNES ASPIRATIONS: 12 by MATHILDE BLIND OLD HOUSE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS THE INVISIBLE BRIDGE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |