MY short and happy day is done, The long and dreary night comes on, And at my door the pale horse stands To carry me to unknown lands. His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof, Sound dreadful as a gathering storm; And I must leave this sheltering roof And joys of Life so soft and warm. Tender and warm the joys of life, -- Good friends, the faithful and the true; My rosy children and my wife, So sweet to kiss, so fair to view, -- So sweet to kiss, so fair to view: The night comes down, the lights burn blue; And at my door the pale horse stands To bear me forth to unknown lands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND AGE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK PSALM 7. DOMINE DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ACHRONOS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SKIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LINES [WRITTEN] IN THE TRAVELLER'S BOOK AT ORCHOMENUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |