Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day — I softly sing. And if the way grows darker still, Shadowed by Sorrow's somber wing, With glad defiance in my throat, I pierce the darkness with a note, And sing, and sing. I brood not over the broken past, Nor dread whatever time may bring; No nights are dark, no days are long, While in my heart there swells a song, And I can sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRINKING SONG (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE OMNES EODEM COGIMUR by AMMIANUS THE SPHINX AT MOUNT AUBURN by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES LOVE'S SECRET by ROBERT PECK BATES AN UNWRITTEN TRAGEDY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT OF HYM THAT TOGYDER WYLL SERVE TWO MAYSTERS by SEBASTIAN BRANT |